Who prune themselves and peck each other frightfully.
Alas that warblers should contend so spitefully.
All—save the cynic—mourn the Muse's loss,
When Gosse snubs Gale, or Gale be-blizzards Gosse!
LYRE AND LANCET.
(A Story in Scenes.)
PAST XXIV.—THE HAPPY DISPATCH.
"Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, but——"