A REVIEW IN RHYME.

A little of Horace, a little of Prior,

A sketch of a Milkmaid, a lay of the Squire —

These, these are‘ on draught’‘ At the Sign of the Lyre!’

A child in Blue Ribbons that sings to herself,

A talk of the Books on the Sheraton shelf,

A sword of the Stuarts, a wig of the Guelph,

A lai, a pantoum, a ballade, a rondeau,

A pastel by Greuze, and a sketch by Moreau,

And the chimes of the rhymes that sing sweet as they go,

A fan, and a folio, a ringlet, a glove,

‘ Neath a dance by Laguerre on the ceiling above,

And a dream of the days when the bard was in love,

A scent of dead roses, a glance at a pun,

A toss of old powder, a glint of the sun,

They meet in the volume that Dobson has done!

If there's more that the heart of a man can desire,

He may search, in his Swinburne, for fury and fire;

If he's wise — he'll alight‘ At the Sign of the Lyre!’