ON A PAINTED FAIR.
Ye ladies who paint, may most safely declare,
With Horace, that dust and a shadow ye are.
CURRAN'S DEFINITION OF AN EPIGRAM.
An epigram, what is it, honey?
A little poem, short and funny;
About four lines in length,—not more:
Then this is one, for here are four.
ON A MISER NAMED MORE.
Iron was his chest,
Iron was his door;
His hand was iron,
And his heart was More.
ON THE LATE JOHN KEMBLE.
Written during the O.P. contest.
Actor and Architect, he tries
To please the critics, one and all;
This bids the private tiers to rise,
And that the public tears to fall.
MAIDS AND BACHELORS.