CLASSICAL CORRECTIONS.
In a neat little cottage, some five miles from town,
Lived a pretty young maiden, by name Daphne Brown,
Like a butterfly, pretty and airy:
In a village hard by lived a medical prig,
With a rubicund nose, and a full-bottomed wig,
Apollo, the apothecary.
He, being crop sick of his bachelor life,
Resolved, in his old days, to look for a wife—
(Nota bene—Thank Heaven, I'm not married):