Sure, madam, by your choice a taste we see: What’s good or great or grand without a G? A godly glow must sure on G depend, Or oddly low our righteous thoughts must end: The want of G all gratitude effaces; And without G, the Graces would run races. ON SENDING A PAIR OF GLOVES. From this small token take the letter G, And then ’tis love, and that I send to thee. UNIVOCALIC VERSES. =A.=—§THE RUSSO-TURKISH WAR.§ Wars harm all ranks, all arts, all crafts appall: At Mars’ harsh blast, arch, rampart, altar, fall! Ah! hard as adamant, a braggart Czar Arms vassal swarms, and fans a fatal war! Rampant at that bad call, a Vandal band Harass, and harm, and ransack Wallach-land. A Tartar phalanx Balkan’s scarp hath past, And Allah’s standard falls, alas! at last. =E.=—§THE FALL OF EVE.§ Eve, Eden’s Empress, needs defended be; The Serpent greets her when she seeks the tree. Serene, she sees the speckled tempter creep; Gentle he seems,—perversest schemer deep,— Yet endless pretexts ever fresh prefers, Perverts her senses, revels when she errs, Sneers when she weeps, regrets, repents she fell; Then, deep revenged, reseeks the nether hell! =I.=—§THE APPROACH OF EVENING.§ Idling, I sit in this mild twilight dim, Whilst birds, in wild, swift vigils, circling skim. Light winds in sighing sink, till, rising bright, Night’s Virgin Pilgrim swims in vivid light! =O.=—§INCONTROVERTIBLE FACTS.§ No monk too good to rob, or cog, or plot. No fool so gross to bolt Scotch collops hot. From Donjon tops no Oronoko rolls. Logwood, not Lotos, floods Oporto’s bowls. Troops of old tosspots oft, to sot, consort. Box tops, not bottoms, school-boys flog for sport. No cool monsoons blow soft on Oxford dons, Orthodox, jog-trot, book-worm Solomons! Bold Ostrogoths, of ghosts no horror show. On London shop-fronts no hop-blossoms grow. To crocks of gold no dodo looks for food. On soft cloth footstools no old fox doth brood. Long storm-tost sloops forlorn, work on to port. Rooks do not roost on spoons, nor woodcocks snort, Nor dog on snow-drop or on coltsfoot rolls, Nor common frogs concoct long protocols. =U.=—§THE SAME SUBJECT, CONTINUED.§