A VALENTINE. THE WEATHER. To P. MURPHY, Esq., M.N.S.

DEAR Murphy, to improve her charms, Your servant humbly begs; She thanks you for her leash of arms, But wants a brace of legs. Moreover, as you promise folks On certain days a drizzle; She thinks, in case she cannot rain, She should have means to mizzle. Some lightning too may just fall due, When woods begin to moult; And if she cannot “fork it out,” She’ll wish to make a bolt!