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LIII.
SHAKSPEARE ILLUSTRATED.
“To what base uses may we come at last!”Ah! Shakspeare, what a truth thou here hast said!
There 's many an one whose lot seemed hopeful cast
That in gray ignominy bows his head.
The youth that “goes it with a perfect rush”
And claims alliance with the “upper ten,”
May find his fortune, like an eggshell, crush,
And make him mingle in with common men.
I 've seen a maiden with a haughty air,
That contumacious scorn did ever speak,
Glad in the servants' hall a place to share,
And wash the dishes for so much per week!
It daily grieves my very soul to see
A barber's wig profane the bust of Ellen Tree!
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