For his art ranks so high, said MENANDER's old song.
And the ancients we know loved both oysters and pullets,
When the οινος κεκραμενος slipped down their gullets.
While here is a man to have joined them when roses,
In classical fashion, were cocked o'er their noses.
So we'll take leave of CHILD and his capital book,
With a "Bon appetit" to the gourmet and cook.
A CHRISTMAS CAROL.—(By a Disappointed Church-Decorator.)
