NOR KNEW WE WELL WHAT PLEASED US MOST.

Observer, Volume XL, Issue 18, 3 January 1920, Page 23

NOR KNEW WE WELL WHAT PLEASED US MOST.

What slender campanili grew By bays, the peacock's neck in hue; Where, hero and there, on sandy beaches A milky-bell'd amaryllis blew. Nor knew we well what pleased us most, Not the dipt palm of which they boast; But distant colour, happy hamlet, A moulder'd citadel on the coast. Or tower, or high hill-convent seen A light amid its olives green; Or olive-hoary cape in ocean; Or rosy blossom in hot ravine. Where oleanders flush'd the bed Of silent torrents gravel spread And, crossing, oft we saw the glisten Of ice, far up on a mountain read. At Florence too what golden hours, In those long galleries, were ours; What drives about the fresh Cascine, Or walks in Boboli's dncal bowers. In bright vignettes, and each complete Of tower or duomo, sunny-sweet, Or palace, how the city glitter'd, Thro' cypress avenues, at our feet. —From "The Daisy," by Lord Tennyson. ® ,9 < ®

RILLOBY-RILL.

Grasshoppers four a-fiddling went, Heigh-ho} never be still! They earned but little towards their rent, But all day long with their elbows bent They fiddled a tune called Rillobyrilloby, Fiddled a tune called Rilloby-rill. Grasshoppers soon on fairies came, Heigh-ho! never be still! Fairies asked with a manner of blame, , "Where do you come from, *bat is your name? What do you want with your Ril-loby-rilloby, What do you want with you Ril-loby-rill?" "Madam, you see before you stand, Heigh-ho! never be still I The Old Original Favorite Grand Grasshoppers' Green Herbarian Band, And the tune we play is Rillobyrilloby, Madam, the tune is. Rilloby-riil." Faiiies hadn't a word to say, Heigh-ho! never be still! Fairies seldom are. sweet by cay, But the grasshopers merrily fiddled away, 0 lut they played with a; willobyrillbby, O lut they played with a willobywiiU —From "Poems New and Old." by Henry Newbolt.