Great treasurer of literary gems!

Casket of unsuspected diadems!

Sad cemetery, where in dreamless sleep,

Some millions of bright hopes lie buried deep!

Joy to the editor, who, keen of sight,

Knows his Waste Basket how to use aright;

Who marks its prudent counsels, day by day,

And rules himself its mandates to obey!

Prints no cheap advertisement for a song,

But straight inserts them—where the things belong;