Don't frown, for we are serious, we protest, There's many a true word may be spoken in jest ; And save the thieves who shall in crambo-verses, Cry "Open sesame to cram-full purses. When we can screen one shorn lamb from sharp PROLOGUE TO “ VALENTINE AND ORSON." ROM a gay woodcut-no dull tract with trees on, Behold me here! "The Lion of the Season," For the stage-door keeper, poor timid elf, Stern fate has left them few sticks and small stock, We trust to save some chips of the old block! A strange wild set of harum-scarum savages, For their poor friends to cudgel their own brains! In hopes to pay the widow's tax on tea, And are exulting in the hope soon after To feast upon your groans and shrieks of laughter. And now, perhaps, you may begin to see, 100 PROLOGUE TO "VALENTINE AND ORSON." And without weighing of each fact the value, A strong resemblance to the human race? The actors crave your hands, the fatherless your alms. OMITTED IN THE REPRESENTATION. H! not alone in ocean's caves or waters Such fiends in human shape, alas! abound, Out of their dens, the graves of victims strangled, Their fatal feelers stealthily they stretch; Once in the deadly grasp of them entangled, On the young guardsman, gallant gay, unheeding, (Neither so green as those who bet or play) |