text:  Naiads hidden in the reeds chanted these lines in honour of her husband:-- "Ye naiads smiling round Sing Nature's poet in your lays! Let echoes till they're tired resound With his harmonious praise! Oh let your fountains flow On the greensward below; And with their notes prolong The birds' full-throated song! "Thou Flora! spread thy mantle round All this enchanted ground! Pour blessings on these happy happy hours! Laurels and you ye myrtles amorous flowers! With loving hand I pluck you now Stripping your leaves adown To be a glorious crown Of a new god to decorate the brow!" In the next year another fete owed its _eclat_ to the talents of the Dame Lebrun; but the object of it was no longer the Pindaric poet but the sub-collector of taxes