’Twere sad to be enticed,
If wit were always radiant,
And wine were always iced.
Mortimer Collins.
As a parody this is scarcely inferior to that of Mr. Tom Hood, but the poet has let the sound run away from the sense, and has forgotten that a wit who is always a radiant wit is apt to become tiresome; whilst if “wine were always iced,” all red wines would greatly suffer, especially Port and Burgundy.
The University Election.
A Candidates Carol.
If you were an elector,
And I a candidate,