POEMS.

MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS

LEG.

A GOLDEN LEGEND.

"What is here?

Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold?"

TIMON OF ATHENS.

Per Pedigree.

To trace the Kilmansegg pedigree,
To the very root of the family tree,
Were a task as rash as ridiculous:
Through antediluvian mists as thick
As London fog such a line to pick
• Were enough, in truth, to puzzle Old Nick,
Not to name Sir Harris Nicholas.

It wouldn't require much verbal strain
To trace the Kill-man, perchance, to Cain;
But waving all such digressions,
Suffice it, according to family lore,

A Patriarch Kilmansegg lived of yore,
Who was famed for his great possessions.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1854, by

LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY,

in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.

UNIVERSITY PRESS:
WELCH, BIGELOW, AND COMPANY,

CAMBRIDGE.

TILDEN LIORARY