Postscript.
To borrow Wordsworth’s name was wrong,
Or slightly misapplied;
And so I’d better call my song,
“Lines after Ache-inside.”
Fun, 1865.
PRIVATE THEATRICALS AT THE TITWILLOWS’.
Mr. Titwillow, having undertaken a comic part, is about to render his appearance more effective by reddening the tip of his dear little nose. His wife, mother, and sister, in a passionate appeal to his nobler feelings, implore him not to desecrate his dignity by such an act. [His bosom friend cynically contemplates the touching family scene.
LYCEUM LYRICS
(After Ben Jonson.)
It is not being underlined,
Six months that leaves the rest behind;
Or standing long a joke that makes us here
Less valued by the public eye and ear.
The “super” in his way
Is happier, so they say,
Although he fights for eighteenpence a night,
Than he who has talents he can’t bring to light;
In small proportions we tragedians see
Who can attain what they would like to be.