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From morn to noon, from noon to silent eve,
He toileth without interval or pause, *
At thy wee spinners take a parting glance ; . For soon each puny labourer will lurk
Under his silken canopy's expanse
Tastefiul alcove! boudoir of elegance ? There will the weary worm in peace repose,
And languid lethargy his limbs entrance ;
Single, apart, like ancient anchoret ;
Nestle like ROMEO and JULIET.
Mindful of her who hallow'd Paraclet;
A stilly silence reigns throughout the room !
And calmly rest within your golden tomb
Rest, till restored to renovated bloom. Bursting the trammels of that dark sojourn, Forth
shall issue, and rejoiced, resume,
Reserve the remnant for a fitter time;
Of double-peak'd Parnassus when I clim',
Query, without paws ?—P. Devil.
Agglomerant, donec cæco se carcere condant
This may I bear me up th’adventurous road
That winds aloft-an argument sublime !
Linen had long, by CERES patronised,
No better sort of clothing had devieed
Linen alone their garde de robe comprised. Hence at her cambric loom the “suitors" found
PENELOPK, whom hath immortalised
A linen tunic was the garb that graced
Simplicity's costume! too soon effaced
By vain inventions of more modern taste.
Fair ones were not, I ween, more prude and chaste,
With blithe encouragement and brisk demand ;
“Orders from foreign houses” kept her band
Till some were introduced by contraband:
“Almost amounting to a prohibition,” Enabled her to satisfy in full
The darling object of her life's ambition,
And gratify her spitefui disposition.
Suffer'd to purchase stuffs on no condition ;
Egregiam ob formam textrici invisa Minerv..
The goddess could not brook to be outwitted
If to this taunt she quietly submitted !
OLYMPUS (robeless as she was) she quitted, Fully determined to bring back as fine a
Dress as was ever woven, spun, or knitted ;
Possess'd the compass, silkworms, and gunpowder,
China (with gifts since Nature hath endowed her)
Is proud; what land hath reason to be prouder?
And be her privileges all allowed her ;
They saw the dame in downright dishabille,
Of their CONFUCIAN potions. Full of zeal
To guard the morals of the commonweal,
Humbly before the visitant to kneel
And much its gloss, its softness much admired,
So splendid, and so cheaply too acquired !
Quick in the robe her graceful limbs attired,
So rich a dress was all could be desired.
Of spinner-worms she sued for a supply.
With the cocoons in which each worm doth lie
Snug, until changed into a butterfly.
And o'er the isles, and over Italy,
• Rettulit insignes tunicas, nihil indiga lanæ.