With so fine a speaker and pleasant a theme,
The church will be filled with “la crème de la crème.”
In pops pungent Pape, with his poem from Poe,
Distorted, dissected till you hardly would know
How it could of all grace be so thoroughly shaven,
Could the poet arise I know he’d be “Raven.”
Last though not least, is Mrs. E. Taylor,
Of fair ones of forty, I think I’ve seen frailer!
But she’s blest with one beauty, she never gets blue—
Not even in bidding the Lyceum adieu.