POETRY.
MORE HAWARDEN HORACE.
A POSTCARD TO LORD WARKWORTH.—Pd. L 33.)
PERRICOS odi, puer, apparatus, Displicent nexae philyra cor- onae;
Mitte sectari, rosa quo locorum Sera moretur.
Simplici myrto nihil allabores Sedulus curo : neque to min- istrum Dedecet myrtus neque me sub arta Vite bibentem.
THOUGH the pomp and parade of the Peroys I never could wholly abide, Nor those strawberry leaves— rarely worn, I regret, on the Liberal side—
Still it pains me acutely to see you, a youth of such promise and power, Given o'er to the cult of the Primrose, an utterly obso- lete flower.
Now if you're in search of an emblem sufficiently simple and neat, With the dear little delicate shamrock there's nothing on earth to compete : I've a clump of it growing at Hawarden, so come any day that you're free,- P.S.—If it's fine, in the garden you'll find us at 5 o'clock tea.
C. L. GRAVES.
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