Where’s Alderman Lawrence’s soul-soothing voice?
And where, O ye Graces, is Evelyn Ashley?
Like Villon’s fair Echo, “beheld of no man”
Any more in the House; mute as Lesbia’s dumb pet,
Departed to Limbo the weary and wan,
With Lawson’s Joe Millers and Thomasson’s trumpet.
Where’s Briggs? Who’d suspect ’neath his Cymon-like air,
A consuming desire to coquet with the Muse hid?
Where poor “Toots” McIver? where’s Elliot? and where
Is Sir Patrick O’Brien, the luscious and lucid?