“What handsome wings you’ve got,” says the spider to the fly, “If I had got such a pair, I in the air would fly ’Tis useless all my wishing, and only idle talk, You can fly up in the air, while I’m obliged to walk. Will you walk in, pretty fly?” “For the last time, now, I ask you, will you walk in, Mr. Fly?” “No! if I do, may I be shot! I’m off! so now good by.” Then up he springs, but both his wings were in the web caught fast! The spider laughed, “ha, ha, my boy, I have you safe at last.” “Will you walk _out_, pretty fly?” “And pray how are you now?” says the spider to the fly! “You fools will never wisdom get, unless you dearly buy! ’Tis vanity that ever makes repentance come too late, And you who into cobwebs run, surely deserve your fate. Listen to me, listen to me, foolish fly.” MORAL. Now, all young men take warning by this foolish little fly: Pleasure is the spider, that to catch you fast will try; For, although you may think that my advice is quite a bore, You’re lost if you stand parleying outside of Pleasure’s door. Remember, oh, remember, the foolish little fly. MARY HOWITT. ―――― “WILL YOU MIGRATE TO NEW ZEALAND?” I. “Will you migrate to New Zealand?” its Colonists do cry, “’Tis the richest, healthiest country, that ever you did spy; The way to our Arcadia is o’er the pleasant sea, And endless the enchanting scenes we’ll show when there you be!” “Oh! no, no,” say the Englishmen, “to ask us in vain, For who goes o’er your longsome seas, can ne’er come back again.” II. “We’re sure you must be weary, lads, with toiling all the day, Luxuriate in our balmy clime,” the Colonists still say; “The fertile earth here laughs around, the skies are warm and fine, Oh! do but come, live here awhile, and share our oil and wine.” “Ah! no, no,” say the Englishmen, “we’ve often heard before, How many gammon’d simple folk, wreck on your earthquake-shore.” III. The cunning Colonists repeat――“Dear friends, what can we do To prove the immense solicitude we’ve always felt for you? We have within our ample bounds good store of all that’s nice, You’re very welcome all to come, and each to take his slice.” “Oh! no, no,” say the Englishmen, “kind sirs, that cannot be, We’ve heard what’s in your country, and we have no care to see.” IV.