The flea may be said to come under the denomination of “game,” being eagerly hunted by various animals, and especially by woman. To see a woman flea-hunting is a never-to-be-forgotten sight. What ardour glistens in her eyes! what determination is shown in her mouth! It is probably the only time in a woman’s life when she doesn’t know, or doesn’t care, whether her back-hair is up or down; and if she does catch the flea, the pride of the successful fox-hunter is small in comparison with hers.
The flea’s favourite song is “Put me in your little bed.”
Hymns for Children.
How doth the ever busy wasp
Improve the shining hour;
His object ever is to grasp
The sweets of fruit and flower.
To dip his beak into the peach,
To pierce the ripen’d plum;