[B5] "Flib's Vision," Spirit of the Times, Feb. 8, 1842

FLIB'S VISION.—"Flib you are meditative today?"

"O! such a delicious dream as I had last night. I lay in bed, when a throng of lovely maidens came dancing and swimming in the golden air beside me. And oh, there was one with such lovely black eyes, such a sweet bosom, and such delicious lips—all dressed in white—she came dancing by my bedside, and while her face lit up with a beaming look, and as her dark eyes glanced love, while her pouting lips wreathed in a smile, she spoke—

"She spoke!—Well Flib what did she say?"

"She asked me how much pickled mackerel was a dozen."