31 MARCH 1877, Page 14

A PANCAKE-MAKER,—IN PARIS. UNDER an archway he stands, — every day he

is there, The little old pancake-man, with his tins, and his cooking-ware ; Tossing his batter aloft, as he brays out many a yarn Concerning the making of crêpes, which he designates a la

MacMahon.

" First, there are eggs to be sifted,—the country's beat silver and gold ; Next, for some flummery-mixture, or else the matter won't hold ; Stir it about with sugar, then pop it into the pan,

And out comes a crêpe for the Marshal—or—any popular man."

The people around him laugh,—" There's wisdom in that !" they cry ; For had not old Antoine seen the violets bloom and die ?

The lilies, too,—yet there, still there, with his " voix d'dne," He praises now, and tosses his crepes,—a la MacMahon!

Rue St. Honori, March 5, 1877. H. A. DUFF.