Beneath a flowery turf they sleep.
T. Warton, 1728–1790.
THE NOSEGAY.
FROM “JOURNAL OF A NATURALIST.”
With us the nosegay yet retains its station as a decoration to our Sunday beaux; but at our spring clubs and associations it becomes an essential, indispensable appointment, a little of the spirit of rivalry seeming to animate our youths in the choice and magnitude of this adornment. The superb spike of a Brompton, or ten-weeks’-stock long cherished in some sheltered corner for the occasion, surrounded by all the gayety the garden can afford, till it presents a very bush of flowers, forms the appendage of their bosoms, and, with the gay knots in their hats, their best garments, and the sprightly hilarity of their looks, constitutes a pleasing village scene, and gives an hour of unencumbered felicity to common man and rural life, not yet disturbed by refinement and taste.
J. L. Knapp.
THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE.
A well there is in the west country,
And a clearer one never was seen;
There’s not a wife in the west country