’Midst foolish jeers and foolisher applause;
And preachers prose, and statesmen tinker on,
And we—we starve in gold-choked Babylon!
“My Nephew, who is very fond of pictures,” said Mrs. Ram, “has just purchased the finest Pot o’ Jelly I have ever seen.” Can it be possible that the dear old lady meant Botticelli?
THE TWO VOICES.
One of the Real “Unemployed.”—“HOW AM I TO MAKE MY VOICE HEARD IN THIS BLACKGUARD ROW!!”