Forty-seven! Oh, far too thrifty--
Thank'ee, Ma'am--two places--fifty!
Must it go? oh, surely no!
Only eye me, then deny me.
When I bow and when I wriggle,
With a simper and a giggle,
Ears regaling, bidders nailing,
Ladies utter in a flutter--
"Mister Smatter, how you chatter--
Dear, how clever! well, I never
Heard so eloquent a man!"
Tongue of Mentor, lungs of Stentor,
Hermes, thou hast made mine own.
Cox and Robins own, with sobbings,
I'm the winner; Dyke and Skinner
Never caught so glib a tone.
Dull and misty, Squibb and Christie,
When I mount look pale and wan--
Going, going, going--gone!

_New Monthly Magazine_.

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SPIRIT OF DISCOVERY.

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