DOUBTING Heart, A

Daisy Miller: a Study,

Ferry of Carnoet, The
Letter, The Story of a

sound;

"My health, thank God, is very
I crave no shade or prop;
In open air, from common ground,
I gets my bite and sup.

"My cloes diskiver stains and rents,
While yours are fine as fire;

I don't go in for paints and scents
From stable or from byre.

"But not a breeze can make me shrink, No sun's for me too hot;

I'm blest if I would take my drink
Out o' a waterin'-pot.

"You Dahly swelled, you Fuschy sick, You fiery-faced Carnation,

No doubt, you count yourselves the pick And pride o' all creation.

"But though at shows there's such ado About your tints and statur', I've just as great a share as you

O' all that's fair in natur'.

""Tis not alone for you the sky

At peep o' day is brightenin'; There's more nor you has got an eye For moonshine and sheet-lightnin'. "Robins and wrens I here remark,

Twitterin' about and clingin', But by my birth-place lived a lark, And over it flew singin'!

"No fear have I o' worm that gnaws,
Or frost and storms that splinter,
While most o' you poor windle-straws
Will never see a winter.

"Afore the snow ye'll all be dead,
In spite o' praise and carin',
And 'ugly weeds' will live and spread,
When Flory's pets' die barren."

Still longer thus, with gibings keen,
In language free of fetters,
.The Ragweed had indulged her spleen,
And ballyragged her betters;

But suddenly she ceased to prate,
And shook with rueful fidgets,
Clutched tightly by the hand of fate, -
Alias, the gardener's digits!