Bard v. Bard.
There was a poor Poet named CLOUGH,
Poet SWINBURNE declares he wrote stuff.
Ah, well, he is dead!
'Tis the living are fed,
By log-rollers, on butter and puff.
A SUGGESTION.—In a new poetical play at the Opera Comique there is a good deal of hide-and-seek. It might have had a second title, and been appropriately called The Queen's Room; or, Secret Passages in the Life of Mary Stuart.