James Jeffrey Roche wrote delightful verse, which is properly classed as Vers de Société, but which shows more wit than much of that type.
THE V-A-S-E
From the madding crowd they stand apart,
The maidens four and the Work of Art;
And none might tell, from sight alone,
In which had Culture ripest grown—
The Gotham Million, fair to see,
The Philadelphia Pedigree,
The Boston Mind of azure hue,