CYNIC TO POET.
[The great lack of the Age is its want of distinction."
Coventry Patmore.]
Alas, our poor Age! How against it we rage!
In the seat of the scorner the critics ne'er sat more.
If the pessimist bore would master her lore,
We've only to send him to Coventry—Patmore!
The bards do not love it. But how to improve it?
That question the poets, like that of the Sphinx, shun.
Distinction my lad? If the Age is so bad,
I think its "great lack" is not that, but extinction!
'Tis easier far to abuse it than mend it,
Must we try Morley's other alternative—end it?
A Musical Note.—Such has been the success of Mlle. Yvette Guilbert, that, on dit (French must be used when speaking of this lionne comique), it is not improbable she will be engaged to appear in a part in the forthcoming Sullivan Savoy Opera, in which the relation of librettists to composer is to be as two to one. If this be so, then once more at the Savoy will there be a Sullivan-and-Guilbert Combination.