A QUESTION OF TINT.
["Who will paint London?"—Daily News.]
What a question to ask! If the colour be blue,
A batch of our London Minervas will do:
For each one will dye—the allusion is shocking—
Our town and its streets with the tint of her stocking.
Our pessimist frauds and the Ibsensite pack
Will groan as they thickly bedaub it in black.
Asiatic Sir Edwin, the Poet of Light,