“On a l’âge de son cœur.”
—A. d’HOUDETOT.    

A LITTLE more toward the light.
Me miserum. Here ’s one that ’s white,
          And one that ’s turning;
Adieu to song and “salad days.”
My Muse, let ’s go at once to Jay’s
          And order mourning.

We must reform our rhymes, my dear,
Renounce the gay for the severe,—...