 | A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England |  |
EPIGRAM.
The boot pinch'd hard—the suffering dandy sigh'd!Jane fondly thought the sigh her beauty's due;
“Bootless your passion, sir!” she proudly cried;
“Ah!” said the fop, “Would I were bootless too!”
| A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England | |