"I never could boast of much honor or shame, Though slightly acquainted with both by name; But I think if the Bees can a brother betray, We Spiders are quite as good people as they.
"I guess you have lived long enough, little sinner, And, now, with your leave, I will eat you for dinner. You'll make a good morsel, it must be confessed; And the world, very likely, will pardon the rest."
[Illustration: THE SPIDER'S TRIUMPH.]
This lesson for every one, little and great, Is taught in that vagabond's tragical fate: Of him who is scheming your friend to ensnare, Unless you've a passion for bleeding, beware!
GENIUS IN THE BUD.
Genius, in its infancy, sometimes puts on a very funny face. The first efforts of a painter are generally rude enough. So are those of a poet, or any other artist. I have often wished I might see the first picture that such a man as Titian, or Rubens, or Reynolds, or West, ever drew. It would interest me m