The Blues: A Literary Eclogue

"Nimium ne crede colori." --Virgil, ECLOGUE THE FIRST. _London. --Before the Door of a Lecture Room_. _Enter_ TRACY, _meeting_ INKEL. _Ink_. You're too late. _Tra_. Is it over? _Ink_. Nor will be this hour. But the benches are crammed, like a garden in flower. With the pride of our belles, who have made it the fashion; So, instead of "beaux arts," we may say "la _belle_ passion" For learning, which lately has taken the lead in The world, and set all the fine gentlemen reading.…