A POT OF PRESERVES FROM MOUNT PARNASSUS. 89

Throw him over!—There he goes!
With his hated eye out.

Driven to the right-about,

With his Ogre rabble rout—

Envy, Crime, Mistrust, and Doubt—
(Hungry fee-faw-fum ’uns !)

Does his mother know he’s out?

KEEP IT UP, MY RUM’UNS!

Look alive, &c.

Il—THE SUPERANNUATED KITCHEN UTENSIL SCHOOL.

 

TuHE gifted authoress from whose works we are about to select, is the
best representative of this admired school—of which, indeed, she is
the founder.

The poetic flame, which burns with such unquestionable ardour in