Since PAGANINNI, fingers never wrought
Such marvels in the mystic realm of sound
As his who from the ringing keyboard brought
A world of wondrous wizardry, which bound
E'en ignorance in an astonished rapture.
That world is closed, whose magic "sesame"
He only held, where he alone could capture
The spirits of strange woe and witching glee,
And set them sounding in dull human ears.
Music whose memory moves our smiles and tears.
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New Nursery Rhyme.
(_On the New (Nursery) Art._)
Hey! 'Tis a riddle,
A do and a diddle,
A fad, and a lunatic lune;
A scrawl and a smudge,
And in fact arrant fudge,
To be kicked to Art's limbo--and soon.
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Monetary Multum in Parvo.
Do not spend your life in _spending_;
_Borrow_ never, promptly _pay_;
_Save_--but not with toil unending;
_Give_--but wisely--what you may:
He who lends himself to _lending_,
Gives himself away.
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The Journalistic Jettatura.
IBSEN is angry that some Paul Pry
Has "blown the gaff" on his _Evil Eye_.
Personal prattle and egotist bounce,
These great IBSEN may well denounce.
Not to bewitch, but to swagger and spy,
Is the basilisk task of _our_ "Evil I."
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