On that, a Cage. You twirled, and lo! The Twain were one. Said MATT, " E'en so, Here's the Solution in a Word: Form is the Cage and Sense the Bird. And wins the Trick with both combined." 1889. THE TWO PAINTERS IN Art some hold Themselves content IN If they but compass what they meant ; Others prefer, their Purpose gained, Still to find Something unattained— Something whereto they vaguely grope With no more Aid than that of Hope. Which are the Wiser? Who shall say ! The prudent Follower of GAY Declines to speak for either View, But sets his Fable 'twixt the two. Once-'twas in good Queen ANNA's Time— While yet in this benighted Clime The GENIUS of the ARTS (now known Protected all the Men of Mark, Two Painters met Her in the Park. Whether She wore the Robe of Air I know not: but it seems that then, The Lady, as a Goddess should, Bade Them ask of Her what They would. “Then, Madam, my request," says BRISK, Giving his Ramillie a whisk, "Is that your Majesty will crown "Nay," quoth the other, "I confess" Why should I care to catch at once The Point of View of every Dunce? Let me do well, indeed, but find Each in his Way, achieved Success; 1882. AD ROSAM I "Mitte sectari, ROSA quo locorum HAD a vacant dwelling- As naught can serve the telling, I put up "Tenant Wanted," Then, Rose, you passed the window,— |