Twilight.

By W--ll--m C--wp--r.

'Tis evening.    See with its resorting throng
Rude Carfax teems, and waistcoats, visited
With too-familiar elbow, swell the curse
Vortiginous.    The boating man returns,
His rawness growing with experience--
Strange union! and directs the optic glass
Not unresponsive to Jemima's charms,
Who wheels obdurate, in his mimic chaise
Perambulant, the child.    The gouty cit,
Asthmatical, with elevated cane
Pursues the unregarding tram, as one
Who, having heard a hurdy-gurdy, girds
His loins and hunts the hurdy-gurdy-man,
Blaspheming.    Now the clangorous bell proclaims
The Times or Chronicle, and Rauca screams
The latest horrid murder in the ear
Of nervous dons expectant of the urn
And mild domestic muffin.
                To the Parks
Drags the slow Ladies' School, consuming time
In passing given points.    Here glow the lamps,
And tea-spoons clatter to the cosy hum
Of scientific circles.    Here resounds
The football-field with its discordant train,
The crowd that cheers but not discriminates,
As ever into touch the ball returns
And shrieks the whistle, while the game proceeds
With fine irregularity well worth
The paltry shilling.--
            Draw the curtains close
While I resume the night-cap dear to all
Familiar with my illustrated works.