And pregnant violet; which done, His kitling eyes begin to run Quite through the table, where he spies Of which he eats, and tastes a little Of what we call the cuckoo-spittle.2 By, yet not blessed by his hands, Of sugared rush, and eats the sag With the red-capped worm, that's shut Brown as his tooth. A little moth, Late fatten'd in a piece of cloth: With withered cherries; mandrakes' ears; Moles' eyes; to these, the slain-stag's tears; 1 Eyes like kittens (green). 2 The white froth which encloses the larva of the cicàda spumarià. 3 Puff-balls, or fungus. 4 "Sag" means "heavy," so as to hang down. The meaning here is He eats the pith of the sweet" Rush" and the bag of the bee. The flight of a bee to her hive is thus graphically described-i. e., "sagged down" with the weight of her spoils. The word bestrutted is equally descriptive of the laden bee labouring along, with legs stuck out, like "struts," or props. 5 Pleasing, i. e., tickling. 6 Ant. 7 Small lizard. The broke-heart of a nightingale His blood to height; this done, commended UNKNOWN. A CHRISTMAS SONG. The old almanacks occasionally contained carols. The following is from "Poor Robin's Almanack" for 1695. N OW thrice welcome Christmas, Observe how the chimnies For dinner, no doubt; No victuals appear, All the rest of the year! With holly and ivy So green and so gay; We deck up our houses As fresh as the day, With bays and rosemary And laurel complete, And every one now Is a king in conceit. ROBERT HERRICK, 1591-1674. TO DAFFODILS. Surely there is no flower-poem at once so weighty and so sweet, so lovely and also impressive, so consummate in its art and enduring in its charm as this one of Herrick's. FAIR AIR Daffodils, we weep to see As yet the early-rising sun We have short time to stay, as you, As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, |