A REBUS.

Entire, I circle Kitty's wrists Or deck small Percy's breast, Or Annie's night-robe, or beneath Mamma's soft cheek am prest.

Behead me, and I wander free, In wood or meadow fair, Leap down the rock on mosses soft, Tall ferns, and maiden-hair; Or linger in the sedgy deep, And baby-lilies rock to sleep.

Behead again, and to your door, If I presume to come, I warn you, bid the porter say, "To him I'm not at home. Heaven save me from the visitations Of all that sort of poor relations!"

Frill-rill-ill.