On Moore's Last Operatic Farce, or Farcical Opera

GOOD plays are scarce, So Moore writes farce: The poet's fame grows brittle-- We knew before That Little's Moore, But now't is Moore that's little.

R.C. DALLAS.

YES! wisdom shines in all his mien, Which would so captivate, I ween, Wisdom's own goddess Pallas; That she'd discard her fav'rite owl, And take for pet a brother fowl, Sagacious R.C. Dallas.