MY COUNTRY'S WARDROBE.

My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 't was cut at Lexington,
And first pronounced "a fit."

Great Britain disapproves "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's something in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.




XXX.

Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!




XXXI.

Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,