(_AN ECHO FROM THE PIT._)
The Season is--_has_ been for some time--silly,
And lengthy correspondences are rife.
We have, alas! to read them willy-nilly;
They take a deal of pleasure out of life.
To flee such evils here's an easy way--
Let morning dailies idly rant or vapour,
At the Lyceum go and see the play,
The programme there's the finest DALY paper.[2]
[Footnote 2: A Correspondent, signing himself "A Knight of the Free
Lists," suggests that free admissions to the Lyceum should be known,
during the American Company's season, as "The Best Daly 'Paper.'"]
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