A Man Is But An Ass Who

And That Singular Anomaly, The Lady Novelist-- I Don't Think She'd Be Missed--i'm Sure She'd Not Be Missed!

I Accept Refreshment At Any Hands, However Lowly.

Strike The Concertina's Melancholy String! Blow The Spirit-stirring Harp Like Any Thing! Let The Piano's Martial Blast Rouse The Echoes Of The Past

Life's A Pudding Full Of Plums.

Utopia's Quite Another Land; In Her Enterprising Movements, She Is England--with Improvements