Low love fulfilled of low success?
(Ah me! ah me!
Hey diddle dee!)
No one we imagine, would have been dull enough to have missed the allegory of Mr. Priggins’ great picture even without such exposition; but many, perhaps, will only feel it after this its setting forth in “perfect music matched with noble words.”
Song by Mr. Joseph Hubert Hillyer.
Art is to me no intellectual fad;
(A goodly balance is fair to see!)
You don’t catch me o’er culture going mad.
(The rarest of letters are £ s. d.!)