XXIX.

MY COUNTRY'S WARDROBE.

My country need not change her gown, Her triple suit as sweet As when 't was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced "a fit."

Great Britain disapproves "the stars;" Disparagement discreet, -- There 's something in their attitude That taunts her bayonet.

Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!