Mnemosyne her privilege abuses,—
Nothing from her distorting glass secure is.
Life is a Sphinx: folk cannot solve her riddles,
So they've recourse to spiteful taradiddles,
Which they dub "Reminiscences." Kind fate,
From, the fool's Memory preserve the Great!
"How London Theatres are Warmed."—By having first-rate pieces. This prevents any chance of a "frost."
Song for the Liberator Society, and Others.—"Oh, where, and oh where, is our J. S. B-lf-r gone?"