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Old Ashford . And the boy with it "? Young Ashford . No ; there is no boy . Mary Anne . I thought they always tied boats to buoys / Old Ashford . You had better give a halloo . Young Ashford . The banks give answer , as some other banks do , ' No effects . ' Mary Anne . Try again . Poet . Call up the earthquake and arouse the thunder !
Shake the huge forests , rend the rocks asunder ! Awaken Echo with her myriad tongues ! Mary Anne . But pray take care you do not hurt your lungs . Mignionette . You have awaked the boy instead . There becomes , rubbing- his eyes ; he has been , like * little boy blue / fast asleep , only under a honeysuckle hedge instead of a ' haycock . Mary Anne . What makes you so fond of children's stories ? Mignionette . They make * my heart leap up , ' as Wordsworth
says' So was it when I was a child , ' So will it ever be . Mary Anne . If your heart leaps up my body sinks down—Oh , pleasant grassy bank , how I thank thee !—And now , however unsentimental it may be , I am hungry . Mignionette . How pleasant it would be if one could live on love and flowers , like the butterfly ; to have a butterfly's form and yet a human ' s intelligence .
Mary Anne . Especially with a boy like that to hunt you ! Think of settling comfortably to your dinner , with a rose-leaf for a table-cloth , and another crimped up into a tureen to hold nectar ; and just as you were taking the first sip , to have a great black shadow come between you and the sunshine , and the next moment to feel a pinch at the heart
which—L . H ush ! hush 1 Mary Anne . Ay , but so it is—and your butterfly collectors do that , time after time , for the pleasure of seeing a glass-case full of pretty colours in a corner of their cabinet . L . Every little life is a life of bliss—how can they destroy it ! I should like to hear an appeal from one against such selfish tyranny .
THE BUTTERFLY ' S APPEAL .
Poet . Oh , harm me not 1 Oh , set me free ! Oh , listen while I pray ! What is it that you want with me ? Oh , bear me not away ! What is it you would do—sure not To stop this beating heart ? Oh , think—it is a life of love That you would bid depart .
My wings they tremble so ! do eee What fragile things they are I And yet they bear me light and free Up thro' the fragrant air .
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130 Charade Drama .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1835, page 130, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2642/page/50/
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