III.—THE CRITICISMS OF THE SITTERS—THE MORAL.
"Can this be me! do look, mama!"
Poor Jane begins to whimper;
"I have a smile, 'tis true;—but, pa!
This gives me quite a simper."
Says Tibb, whose plays are worse than bad,
"It makes my forehead flat;"
And being classical, he'll add,
"I'm blow'd if I'm like that."
Courtly, all candour, owns his portrait true;