J. L. B.

“ At the Butterfly’s Banquet, carousing away;
Your feasts and your revels of pleasure are fled,
For the soul of the Banquet, the Butterfly’s dead.
No longer the Flies and the Emmets advance,
To join with their friends in the Grasshopper’s dance;
For see, his thin form o’er the favourite bend,
And the Grasshopper mourns for the loss of his friend. ”

“ The above Juvenile Work has met with a Reception from a liberal Public, beyond the Publisher’s most sanguine expectations—Those who have not inspected it, are most respectfully informed, that independent of the Poem, it will be found otherwise acceptable, as the ten accompanying Designs are chaste Patterns for the Exercise of the Young Artist’s Pencil. ”