pier.
But if, when day returns, or when retires,
Bright is the orb, then fear no coming rain:
Clear northern airs will fan the quiv'ring grove.
Lastly, the sun will teach th' observant eye
What vesper's hour shall bring; what clearing wind
Shall waft the clouds slow floating--what the South
Broods in his humid breast. Who dare belie
The constant sun?"

I copy also the following from Howard:

"Dr. Jenner's signs of rain--an excuse for not accepting the
invitation of a friend to make a _country_ excursion.

"The hollow winds begin to blow,
The clouds look black, the glass is low,
The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep,
And spiders from their cobwebs creep.
Last night the sun went pale to bed,
The moon in halos hid her head,
The boding shepherd heaves a sigh,
For see! a rainbow spans the sky.
The walls are damp, the ditches smell;
Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel.
Hark! how the chairs and tables crack;
Old Betty's joints are on the rack.
Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry;
The distant hills are looking nigh.
How restless are the snorting swine!--
The busy flies disturb the kine.
Low o'er the grass the swallow wings;
The cricket, too, how loud it sings!
Puss, on the hearth, with velvet paws,
Sits smoothing o'er her whisker'd jaws.
Through the clear stream the fishes rise
And nimbly catch the incautious flies;
The sheep were seen, at early light,
Cropping the meads with eager bite.
Though _June_, the air is cold and chill;
The mellow blackbird's voice is still;
The glow-worms, numerous and bright,
Illumed the dewy dell last night;
At dusk the squalid toad was seen,
Hopping, crawling, o'er the green.
The frog has lost his yellow vest,
And in a dingy suit is dress'd.
The leech, disturbed, is newly risen
Quite to the summit of his prison.
The whirling wind the dust obey
And in the rapid eddy plays.
My dog, so altered in his taste,
Quits mutton-bones, on grass to feast;
And see yon rooks, how odd their flight!
They imitate the gliding kite:
Or seem precipitate to fall,
As if they felt the piercing ball.
'Twill surely rain; I see, with sorrow,
Our jaunt must be put off to-morrow."

Howard attributes the foregoing to Jenner; but Hone, in his "Every-Day
Book," attributes it to Darwin, and gives it, with several couplets, not
found in that attributed to Jenner. These I add from Hone, as follows: