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The book is finished! With a sigh, / My pen upon the desk I lay; / The weary task is o'er, and I / Am off upon a holiday, / To Paris, lovely Paris, where / I have a little _ventr'-a-terre_.[B]
And tho' my verses may be weak, / And call for your severest strictures, / The illustrations are unique, -- / I really never saw such pictures! / (At times, in my unthinking way, / I almost hope I never may.)
[A] NOTE. -- "_Lors, dit-on, quand il jouait Handel / Le jeu ne valait pas la chandelle._"
[B] PUBLISHER'S READER -- "_Pied-a-terre_"? / AUTHOR -- Shut up!