They brought an action to extort Four thousand pounds from me— The Judge said “compromise,” and so I had to give her three. By my hard fate, unwary youth, Take warning, and be wise: Once with “_come promise_” you begin, The end is _compromise_. FAREWELL. FAR through the vista of receding years I dimly catch a glimpse through falling tears, Of faces bending o’er some pictured glory Or—brightly list’ning to some magic story, Told by a gifted wielder of the Pen Whose power and pathos touch’d the hearts of men. But when the pathos ’gan to sadden all, A comic writer would our smiles recall: And by his clever travesty and fable Excite a merry laughter round the table. Then some philosopher with voice sonorous Would read an essay—not too long, to bore us. The papers read, around the board we press’d, To scan the pictures of each artist-guest. Then to discussion of a slight repast Of fish and rolls, and velvet cream we’d haste, Ere Pens and Pencils all would speed away, To meet again some happy future day. That day, alas! has pass’d, the night has come, And witty Pens and Pencils all are dumb. FOOTNOTES {43} Although Mazzini was not a member of Pen and Pencil, he wrote this letter at the request of the President.