THE POET'S FRIENDS.
The Robin sings in the elm;
The cattle stand beneath,
Sedate and grave, with great brown eyes,
And fragrant meadow-breath.
They listen to the flattered bird,
The wise-looking, stupid things!
And they never understand a word
Of all the Robin sings.
THE MEMORIAL OF A. B., OR MATILDA MUFFIN.
THE MEMORIAL OF A. B.
Humbly Showeth:—
Ladies and gentlemen,—enlightened public,—kind audience,—dear readers,—or whatever else you may be styled,—whose eyes, from remote regions of east, west, or next door, solace themselves between the brown covers of this magazine, making of themselves flowers to its lunar brilliancy,—I wish to state, with all humility and self-disgust, that I am what is popularly called a literary woman.