A CHARACTER.
(Jullien.)
With half a glance upon the house,
Each night he said "The gatherings
Of people underneath this roof
Teach me the paying sort of things,
And music, whence they'd stand aloof,
May in the ocean depths go souse."
* * *
He led a polka—round his skull
He waved the rhythm of the charm,
And stamped, and shook his dress-coat skirts,
With giant wavings of his arm;
And then—he went and changed his shirt!
And said the house was very full.
And so he drove a thriving trade,
With symphonies in classic way;
With Drummers and with Zouaves' call
Himself upon himself did play,
Each season ending with a ball
Of masques, his fortune thus he made.
The In Memoriam verses are scarcely so good, I will, therefore, only quote the first and the last:—