The cursed writ he pushed it through, Boreäna, The area rails, and gave it you, Boreäna, The infernal summons me unnerved, He from his duty never swerved, Boreäna, On thee, my bride, the writ he served, Boreäna. Oh! narrow-minded county court, Boreäna, 'Tis death to me, to them 'tis sport, Boreäna, Oh! stab in my most tender place, My pocket, oh! the deep disgrace, Boreäna, I fell down flat upon my face, Boreäna. They fined me at the next court day, Boreäna, Locked up, how can I get away, Boreäna? I don't perceive of hope a ray, 'Tis a true bill, but oh! I say, Boreäna, How without tin am I to pay, Boreäna? * * * * * When turns the never-pausing mill, Boreäna, I tread, I do not dare stand still, Boreäna: At home, of beer thou drink'st thy fill, I may not come to thee and swill, Boreäna, I hear the rolling of the mill, Boreäna. * * * * * TENNYSON'S _The Palace of Art_, commences thus:-- I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell, I said, "O soul, make merry and carouse, Dear soul, for all is well." * * * * * And "while the world runs round and round," I said, "Reign thou apart, a quiet king, Still as while Saturn whirls, his steadfast shade Sleeps on his luminous ring." The following skit ridiculing the furniture and decorations of an artistically-arranged modern house, is taken from _Punch_ of the 15th February, 1879. THE PALACE OF ART. I BUILT myself a high-art pleasure-house For my sick soul at peace therein to dwell. I said, "I have the true æsthetic _nous_, And can design it well." 'Twas dull red brick, with gables set galore, And little light did through the windows pass, For 'twas shut out by thick lead frames that bore Quarrels of grey-green glass, The dadoed walls, in green were stained, no tint Which common blue and yellow mingled make; But a green y-wrought--of sepia without stint-- With indigo and lake. Nor grainèd panel nor enamelled slate Was there to jar on my artistic sight; Plain ebon wood-work framed the open grate, And over,--blue and white. Two lovely griffins, made of burnished brass, I found, to guard the fireplace on each side. With curling tails (though one was lost, alas!), And mouths that gapèd wide.