THE POET FOILED.
To win the maid the poet tries,
And sonnets writes to Julia’s eyes;—
She likes a verse—but cruel whim,
She still appears a-verse to him.
A most cruel hoax has recently been played off upon that deserving class the housemaids of London, by the insertion of an advertisement in the morning papers, announcing that a servant in the above capacity was wanted by Lord Melbourne. Had it been for a cook, the absurdity would have been too palpable, as Melbourne has frequently expressed his opposition to sinecures.