A Hint To Mary Anne

"Mamma, dear mamma," cried in haste Mary Anne, As into the parlour she eagerly ran, "I hear that a giant is just come to town, So tall, he is often obliged to stoop down; Oh, pray let us see him, oh, do let us go; Indeed, dear mamma, he's a wonderful show."

"You are earnest, my love, and shall not be denied," Her truly affectionate mother replied. "A lady this morning has also arrived Who of arms and of legs from her birth was deprived, Yet is in a number of ways as expert As if she were able these limbs to exert.

"We'll visit Miss Beffin to-morrow, and then I'll speak of the giant and lady again; You are not mistaken, his overgrown size We cannot behold without feeling surprise, Whilst Beffin's example most forcibly stands A silent rebuke to all--indolent hands."