IMPROMPTU BY THE IPSWICH RAT. Midas, they say, possess'd the art of old Of turning whatsoe'er he touched to gold
... How cleverly I play the flute ' '' A fool, in spite of nature's bent. May shine for once—by accident. THE LATE LADY FLORA HASTINGS. 111-fated Maiden oh, if sympathy— The deepest sympathy that hearts can feel— A nation's sympathy—if this could heal The ...