When memory supplanteth the dream;
When the sun has gone down may the sunbeam remain,
And life's roses, though dead, all their fragrance retain,
Till they catch at Eternity's gleam.
ANON.
A BRIEF PUFF OF SMOKE.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig,
Ne'er deemed the smoke-cloud infra dig.,
In which you could not see his wig,