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ENGLAND has a Bleak house, but New-York has a Bleecker street.
A SOROSIAN IMPROMPTU.
One of the sisters of Sorosis, at the last meeting of the club, was delivered of the following touching "Impromptu on some beautiful bouquets of flowers:"
"With hungry eyes we glanced adown
The table nicely spread;
Our appetites were very keen,
And not one word was said,
"Till of a sudden "Ohs!" and "Ahs!"
Gave token of delight,
As, from a magic flower-bed.
Bright buds appeared in sight.
"May this sweet thought suggest the way
In which to spend life's hours;
And we endeavor every day
To scatter fragrant flowers."
The first verse reminds us not a little of several olden nursery rhymes of a prandial and convivial character, of which the most prominent is that relating to little JACK HORNER, who sat in a corner eating a Christmas pie. But even he is not described as having "hungry eyes," though there is small doubt but that he had a good appetite, and was "hungry o' the stomach." It is pleasant to know that the table was nicely spread, though not as "keen appetites" would have demanded, with bread and butter; but, as the subject calls for, with flowers—food of a very proper character for hungry eyes to feed upon. Nor is it any wonder that those of the sisterhood who went to the table expecting to find something more substantial than flowers set before them, should at first sight have been unable to utter one word. And only, after their first astonishment and disappointment was over, the magical letters O's and R's, which, we may presume, was a short way of calling for Old Rum, to restore their drooping spirits, though our poetess, with a woman's perverseness, would have us believe they were intended as "tokens of delight."
Of the last verse we can only say that it is an evident plagiarism of the well-known juvenile poem, commencing,
"How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!"