God wot there were wailings and rose-leaves and dew;
But the storm made the Boston philanthropists few,
Who were never yet seen in
Public with soiled linen!
Mr. Swinburne had no sooner sat down, amid rapturous applause, than the "Sweet Singer of Michigan" arose. "I have here," said she, "a few verses, composed during a recent visit to my sister, Queen Victoria, which I will read :" -
Here comes a horrid naughty man,
His name, they say, is Shirts;
And he will trick you if he can:
He's growing worse and worse.
O Poncas, I will write to Kirkwood
Who carries lots of dog;
And he will grant you liberty
To live in Ponkapog.
And yet the moon said -
At this point Miss Moore was kindly but firmly requested to resume her seat. She burst into tears, and was led out the room by Mr. Walk-in Miller. The health of the Tramp was then drunk with great applause by all who were able to do so; and the charming editor responded as follows : -
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