One reason for rounding up this fugitive verse and prisoning it between covers was this: Frequently—more or less—I receive a request for a copy of this jingle or that, and it is easier to mention a publishing house than to search through ancient and dusty files. The other reason was that I wanted to.
She qualifies approval
Of a Titian or Corot;
She throws a fit of rapture
When she comes to Bouguereau.
And when you talk of music,
She is Music's devotee.
She will tell you that Beethoven
Always makes her wish to pray;
And "dear old Bach!" His very name
She says, her ear enchants;
Her favorite piece is Weber's
"Invitation to the Dance."
A BALLADE OF DEATH AND TIME
I hold it truth with him who sweetly sings--
The weekly music of the _London Sphere_--
That deathless tomes the living present brings: