THE 
 
 BUTTERFLY'S BALL, 
 
 AND THE 
 
 GRASSHOFPKR's FEAST. 
 
 By Mr. RC SCOE. 
 
 TO WHICH IS ADDED } 
 
 AN ORIG^AL POEM, 
 
 ENTITLED 
 
 A Winter's Day. 
 
 By Mr. SMITH, of Stand. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 PR IK TED FOR J. HARRIS, SUCCESSOR TO E. NEWBEtY, 
 AT THE ORICINAL JUVENILE LIBRARY, CORNJifc 
 
 of st. Paul's church-yard, * 
 180.8, 
 
S. Bryer, Printer, Bridge-Street, Bhckfrkrs, 
 
THE 
 
 BUTTERFLY'S BALL. 
 
 CoME take up your Hats, and away let ui 
 haste 
 
 To the Butterfitfs Ball, and the Grasshopper's 
 Feast, 
 
 The Trumpeter, Gad-fly, has summon'd the 
 Crew, 
 
 And the Revels are now only waiting for 
 
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 So said little Robert, and pacing along, 
 His merry Companions came forth in a 
 Throng. 
 
 And on the smooth Grass, by the side of a 
 Wood, 
 
 Beneath a broad Oak that for Ages had 
 
 stood, 
 
 Saw the Children of Earth, and the Tenants 
 of Air, 
 
 For an Evening's Amusement together re 
 pair. 
 
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 And there came the Beetle, so blind and io 
 black, 
 
 Who carried the Emmet, his Friend, on hi* 
 Back. 
 
 And there was the Gnat, and the Dragon-fly 
 too, 
 
 With all their Relations, Green, Orange, 
 and BLue. 
 
 And there came the Moth, with his Plu- 
 mage of Down, 
 
 \nd the Hornet in Jacket of Yellow and 
 Brown ; 
 
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 Who with him the Wasp, his Companion, did 
 bring, 
 
 But they promis'd, that Evening, to lay by 
 
 their Sting. 
 And the sly little Dormouse crept out of 
 
 his Hole, 
 
 And brought to the Feast his blind Brother, 
 the Mole. 
 
 And the Snail, with his Horns peeping out 
 
 of his Shell, 
 Came from a great Distance, the Length o: 
 
 an Ell. 
 
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 A Mushroom their Table, and on it was 
 laid 
 
 A Water-dock Leaf, which a Table-cloth 
 made. 
 
 The Viands were various, to each of their 
 Taste, 
 
 And the Bee brought her Honey to crown 
 the Repast. 
 
 Then close on his Haunches, so solemn and 
 wise, 
 
 The Frog from a Corner, lookM up to the 
 Skies. 
 
And the Squirrel well pleas' d such Diver- 
 
 sions to see, 
 Mounted high over Head, and look'd down 
 
 from a Tree. 
 Then out came the Spider , with Finger so 
 
 fine, 
 
 To shew his Dexterity on the tight Line. 
 
 From one Branch to another, his Cobwebs he 
 slung, 
 
 Then quick as an Arrow he darted along, 
 
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lit just iii the Middle, — Oh ! shocking t© 
 tell, 
 
 torn his Rope, in an Instant, poor Harle- 
 quin fell. 
 
 et he touch'd not the Ground, but with 
 
 Talons outspread, 
 ung suspended in Air, at the End of a 
 
 Thread. 
 
 hen the Grasshopper came with a Jerk and 
 a Spring, 
 
 ery long was his Leg, though but short was 
 his Wing ; 
 
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 Retook but three Leap;, and was soon out 
 of Sight, 
 
 Then chirp' d his own Praises the rest of the 
 Might, 
 
 With Step so majestic the Snail did ad- 
 vance, 
 
 And promis'd the Gazers a Minuet to 
 dance. 
 
 But they all laugh' d so loud that he pull'cl 
 
 in his Head, 
 And went in his own little Chamber to 
 
 Bed. 
 
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 hen, as Evening gave Way to the Shadows 
 of Night, 
 
 'heir Watchman, the Glow-worm, came out 
 with a Light. 
 
 'hen Home let us hasten, while yet we 
 can see, 
 
 'or no Watchman is waiting for you and 
 for me. 
 
 >o said little Robert, and pacing along, 
 lis merry Companions returned in a 
 Throng. 
 
 END OF THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL. 
 
A 
 
 WINTER'S DA Y. 
 
 £NOW the Architect, Frost, with his Fingers 
 so fine ■ 
 
 O'er the still lucid Lake, draws his exqui- 
 site Line; 
 
 Spreads his Rafters and Beams, with a Sci- 
 ence his own, 
 
 Till the Roof stands completed, as solid as 
 Stone. 
 
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 wet restrain'd not to Labours like these, he 
 displays, 
 
 Ils an Artist, his Talents, with Spirit and 
 Grace ; 
 
 Isfot a poor Cottage Window forlorn, will he 
 pass, 
 
 Without leaving his Landscape portray' d on 
 . the Glass. 
 
 ■And the Downy-win g>d Snow, from his 
 
 station aloft, 
 [Spreads beneath him his Feathers so while 
 
 and so soft, 
 
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 That the Flocks in their Pastures unhousM 
 and unfed, 
 
 Shake the c Fleeces in Silence, and shrink 
 to their Shed. 
 
 Then the boistVous Winds, of their Music 
 so proud, 
 
 As they sweep the wild Heath, pipe so 
 
 surly and loud, 
 That the terrified Brutes, at the Storm of 
 
 their Song, 
 
 The safe Covert to gain, swiftly scurrj 
 along. 
 
knd the Cannoneer, Thunder, with horrible 
 Sound, 
 
 from his sulphurous Cloud, pours his Vol- 
 
 lies around : 
 ■While the Light-troops of Hail, that his 
 
 Vanguard compose, 
 Pelt their sharp -pointed Shot in the Face 
 
 of their Foes. 
 
 jBut the Waterman, Rain, from his weeping 
 Urn, pours 
 
 [The mild Tears which distil from his fast 
 falling Showers ; 
 
These, with magic Effect, the rude BJus. 
 
 terers astound, 
 While the rest, all dissolved, in his Bosom 
 
 are found. 
 
 Yet more pleasant and mild than the Water- 
 
 man's Sway, 
 Is the Archer's, who guides the bright Orb 
 
 of the Day : 
 Through calm Ether he shoots his mild 
 
 Arrows of Light, 
 Till reflected they shine from the Queen 
 
 of the Night. 
 
 the mo,