But shares, alas! in all the faults
That genius has--without the genius!
His prejudices (like those words
That LINDLEY MURRAY terms "enelitic")
Cling close, and grow a part of him.
To form the oyster-supper critic.

The manager's his bosom-friend;
The agents love him like a brother.
His golden rule's to treat himself
As he'd be treated by another.
Though, in a business way, he sells
Impartial puffs for filthy lucre,
There's not, at the dramatic cards,
A rival whom, he cannot euchre.

He makes translations from the French,
Of "interest contemporaneous,"
And ekes a modest salary out
By bribes and bonuses extraneous.
He loves to "buzz" some British _blonde_
Who from a prince received her "breedin'"
And ever since has lived like EVE,
Unclothed (but _not_ ashamed) in Eden.

Widows and orphanesses fair,
Upon the stage, are all his go.
But, _off_, the widow he likes most
Is mentioned as the _Veuve_ CLICQUOT.
Like VATHEK lost in ERLIS' hall,