"Seldom we find," says Soloman Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundest of sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet--
Trash of all trash!--how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff--
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
The general tuckermanites are arrant
Bubbles--ephemeral and so transparent--
But this is, now,--you may depend upon it--
Stable, opaque, immortal--all by dint
Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't.
According to beffie27@hotmail.com, you can find the name Sarah Anna Lewis in same manner that you get Frances Sargent Osgood from "A Valentine."