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Illustrator: A Lady
THE BUTTERFLY'S FUNERAL.
The Embellishments designed and engraved BY A LADY.
Brettell and Co. Printers, Marshall-Street, Golden-Square.
The Butterfly's Funeral.
Oh, ye, who so lately were blythesome and gay, 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.
And hark, to the funeral dirge of the Bee, And the Beetle who follows as solemn as he; And see, where so mournful the green rushes wave, The Mole is preparing the Butterfly's grave.
The Dormouse attended, but cold and forlorn; And the Gnat slowly winded his shrill little horn; And the Moth, who was griev'd for the loss of a sister, Bent over the body, and silently kist her.
In weepers and scarfs, came the Butterflies all, And six of their numbers supported the pall: And the Spider came there, in his mourning so black: But the fire of the Glow-worm soon frighten'd him back.
The Grub left his nut-shell, to join the sad throng, And slowly led with him the Book-worm along, Who wept his poor neighbour's unfortunate doom, And wrote these few lines, to be plac'd on his tomb:--
Epitaph.
At this solemn spot, where the green rushes wave, Here sadly we bent o'er the Butterfly's grave; 'Twas here we to beauty our obsequies paid, And hallow'd the mound which her ashes have made.
And here shall the daisy and violet blow, And the lily discover her bosom of snow; While under the leaf, in the evenings of spring, Still mourning her friend, shall the Grasshopper sing.
For the soul of the Banquet the Butterfly's dead
And the Grasshopper mourns for the loss of his friend
And hark! to the funeral dirge of the Bee &c.
The Mole is preparing the Butterfly's grave
The corse was embalmed at the set of the Sun &c.
And six of their numbers supported the Pall
The Dormouse attended but cold & forlorn &c.
Bent over her body and silently kist her
The Grub left his nutshell to join the sad throng
And wrote these few lines to be plac'd on his tomb
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