Of Peace to make experiment.
Blow Teuton horn--(not like "_Hernani's_" braying!)--
It makes new music as we go a-Maying!

Come, let us go, while May is in its prime,
And make the best of the brief Season's time.
HERRICK'S CORINNA might not see
An Urban May Queen such as we
Behold disport in our rare sun.
Rouse, Nymph! The Season is begun!
We'll trust no blizzard, and no boreal rain
May mar "Our Opening Day." Sound flutes again!
Pipe, Sir FREDERICK! Ah, well played!
Tootle thy new strains, fair Maid.
Blow, oh Briny One, with might!
Teuton BRUNEHILD, glad our sight!
Fashion's Floralia, Nymph, invite our straying;
Come, my CORINNA, come; let's go a-Maying!

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[Illustration: THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE LEFT
UNSAID.

_Painter_. "WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT? THIS IS THE PICTURE THEY'VE THOUGHT
PROPER TO REJECT! I'LL BE SO BOLD AS TO SAY, THERE ARE NOT TWENTY
BETTER IN THE WHOLE EXHIBITION!"

_Friend_. "DEAR ME! IS IT SUCH A POOR ACADEMY AS THAT?"]