90 A POT OF PRESERVES FROM MOUNT PARNASSUS.
this young lady’s bosom, may be said to have been originally lighted
at the kitchen fire. She may be justly described as the Cinderella
of poetry. While her sisters of the muse have been gadding about,
taking the wildest flights, and courting admiration by the most extra-
vagant ornaments, she has been content to confine her poetical exer-
tions to the humblest sphere of domestic life; seeking no more eX-
tended area than that through which she has been accustomed to take
in the milk, and borrowing her images from the kitchen mantel-piece.
The most trivial incidents, coming within the kitchen range of
sentiment, are exalted by her genius to a level with the loftiest
stories. The most dilapidated and worthless articles of household
furniture and wearing apparel are rendered imperishable by her
magic touch. Old Arm Chairs, Old Clocks, Old Straw Hats, Old
Boots, Old Shoes, Old Rags, Bones, and Doctor’s Bottles—in her hands
acquire a value far exceeding what they would fetch at those establish-

ments where the “best price” is guaranteed for such articles.

CAT’S MEAT,
By E——a C——x.
I.

Car’s meat !—cat’s meat!
Well I recollect this cry.
Cat’s meat !—cat’s meat!

Spite of years gone by.