Who had left his home some years before, and gone upon the Stage.
To this friend he soon narrated his distressing tale of woe,
And declared his case was hopeless. But the actor said, "Not so.
There's one thing, my fine fellow, that as yet you haven't tried,
Where your face will be your fortune, and a pound or two beside.
"With a mouth like yours to grin with, and your too delicious squint,
And the ears that Nature's given you with such a lack of stint,—
No matter what an author may provide you with to speak,
You're a ready-made Comedian—with your fifty quid a week."
And it was so. Though he started at a figure rather less