My dear Madam,—The inspiration of your birthday sets even me into a humor for rhyming. What a magical day, to inspire me, of all the stupid people in the world! I hope you will not, true woman-like, be vexed at my making May your Queen, instead of making you the Queen of May, as is usual on such occasions. I could not consign you to a better protector than this blooming nymph; and I think it is fully proved in the enumeration of her past bounties, with which I have the honor to accompany my congratulations on the return of this anniversary.
