Which the foe were constantly firing.
Slowly and sadly we laid it down
That a poem, which is famed in story,
Be it writ in a book, be it carved on a stone,
Should be left there alone in its glory.
The Man in the Moon, Volume 3.
THE BURIAL OF THE BILLS.
(A Parody apropos to present circumstances, August, 1884.)
NOT a joke was heard, not a troublesome vote,