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.