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EPIGRAMS BY JOHN G. SAXE.
ON A RECENT CLASSIC CONTROVERSY.
Nay, marvel not to see these scholars fight,
In brave disdain of certain scath and scar; 'Tis but the genuine, old, Hellenic spite,
“When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug of war!”
Quoth David to Daniel—"Why is it these scholars
Abuse one another whenever they speak ?” Quoth Daniel to David-it nat'rally follers
Folks come to hard words if they meddle with Greek !"
ON AN ILL-READ LAWYER.
An idle attorney besought a brother
That was really fresh and new."
Would prove more 'novel' to you!"
ON AN UGLY PERSON SITTING FOR A DAGUERREOTYPE.
Here Nature in her glass—the wanton elf-
Men dying make their wills—but wives
Escape a work so sad;
FAMILY QUARRELS. “A fool,” said Jeanette, “is a creature I hate!"
“But hating," quoth John, “is immoral; Besides, my dear girl, it's a terrible fate
To be found in a family quarrel !"
A REVOLUTIONARY HERO.
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL
OLD Joe is gone, who saw hot Percy goad
every time he told it, Joe drew near
EPIGRAMS OF HALPIN.
THE LAST RESORT.
A DRAMATIST declared he had got
His friend replied—“'Tis hard to say,
On me he shall ne'er put a ring,
So, mamma, 'tis in vain to take troubleFor I was but eighteen in spring,
While his age exactly is double.
He's but in his thirty-sixth year,
, handsome, good-natured and witty,
May you die an old maid without pity !
His figure, I grant you,
pass, And at present he's young enough plenty; But when I am sixty, alas !
Will not he be a hundred and twenty?
THE MUSHROOM HUNT.
In early days, ere Common Sense
And Genius had in anger parted, They made to friendship some pretense,
Though each, Heaven knows! diversely hearted. To hunt for mushrooms once they went,
Through nibbled sheepwalks straying onward, Sense with his dull eyes earthward bent,
While Genius shot his glances sunward I
Away they go! On roll the hours,
And toward the west the day-god edges; See! Genius holds a wreath of flowers,
Fresh culled from all the neighboring hedges ! Alas! ere eve their bright hues flit,
While Common Sense (whom I so doat on!) Thanked God “that he had little wit,"
And drank his ketchup with his mutton.
JUPITER A MANS.
DEDICATED TO VICTOR HUGO.
“Le Petit" call not him who by one act
THE ORATOR'S EPITAPH.
“Here, reader, turn your weeping eyes,
My fate a useful moral teaches;
Would not contain one-half my speeches."