While the foregoing exquisite lines still ring upon the ears of the reader, the merit of the ensuing stanzas cannot be fully appreciated.
VERSES UPON A MUFF.
Altho' it may be black,
Altho' it may be grey,
Altho' it may be brown,
'Tis all the same to me.
For while it keeps my fingers warm,
I care not for its colour,
But I wish it as large as a sugar barrel,
And as soft as a down pillow.