“Not frizz’d and fritter’d pinn’d and roll’d, Sublime their artless locks they wear, And gorgeous dames and judges old Without their têtes and wigs appear; In the midst a form divine, Her dress bespeaks the Pennsylvanian line: Her port demure, her grave religious face Attemper’d sweet to virgin grace. What sylphs and spirits wanton through the air, What crowds of little angels round her play. Hear from thy sepulchre, great Penn! Oh hear! A scene like this might animate thy clay. Simplicity now, soaring as she sings, Waves in the eye of Heaven her Quaker-colour’d wings. “No more toupees are seen That mock at Alpine height, And queues with many a yard of ribbon bound; All now are vanish’d quite. No tongs or torturing pin, But every head is trimm’d quite snug around: Like boys of the cathedral choir, Curls, such as Adam wore, we wear, Each simpler generation blooms more fair, ’Till all that’s artificial shall expire, Vain puppy boy! think’st thou yon essenced cloud, Raised by thy puff, can vie with Nature’s hue, To-morrow see the variegated crowd With ringlets shining like the morning dew! Enough for me: with joy I see The different dooms our fates assign! Be thine to love thy trade and starve; To wear what Heaven bestow’d be mine!” He said, and headlong from the trap-stairs’ height, Quick through the frozen street he ran in shabby plight. THOMAS ERSKINE. ――――:o:―――― “THE WORLD” PARODY COMPETITION. The first prize for a composition on “Mr. Gladstone in Midlothian,” in the style of Gray’s Pindaric ode, “The Bard,” was awarded to Etonensis; the second to Apis Matina. FIRST PRIZE. “Ruin seize thee, ruthless Earl! Confusion on thy banner fall, Though courtly gales its silk unfurl Above St. George’s fretted stall. Coronet, nor Garter’s twist, Nor e’en thy works of fiction, novelist, Shall purge thy conscience from election fears, From Scotia’s curse, from Scotia’s tears!” Such were the strains of wild Homeric war That struck down England’s Premier with dismay. From market-hall they came, from Pullman car, From every vantage-ground on William’s way. Stafford turned pale; but Salisbury’s sterner mood Couched in his mind some ultimatum rude.