26 DECEMBER 1885, Page 13

POETRY.

TO A PLUM-PUDDING.

SHALL fumes of haggis fill Apollo's nose ?* Of "country messes" shall the Muse be fain Pt And thou, consummate compound, thou remain But theme (too rare) of culinary prose !

Spheroid oblate, whose microcosm shows Choice gifts of Nature from her triple reign For Art's deft hand to mingle and constrain, Till round thy "spotty globe" blue ether glows.

Salt, sugar, suet, flour, and eggs, and spice, Citrons' green masses, raisins' sanguine crowd.

Milk, cognac, lime-juice ; minor dainties which, Though not essential, are exceeding nice ;-

Sweet may be other cates, but thus endowed, 0 well-yclept Plum-pudding, thou art rich. J'. S. D.