Will she read this emanation of a long-endured despair

With a particle of pity or an atom of emotion?

Will she linger for a moment o'er the verses that declare

All the fondness and the fulness of a Nobody's devotion?

I should seek no other honour—I should ask no higher fame

Than a corner in the memory of Little What 's-her-name.


THE LORD MAYOR'S APOTHEOSIS.