Classic Poem

Dear Hosmer; or still dearer Hatty—
Mixture of miele and of latte ,
So good and sweet and—somewhat fatty—

While linger still in Rome's old glory
When Scotland lies in cool before ye?
Make haste and come!—quoth Mr Story.

Sculpture is not a thing to sit to
In summertime; do find a fit toe
To kick the clay aside a bit—oh,
Yield to our prayers! quoth Mrs Ditto.

Give comfort to us poor and needy
Who, wanting you, are waiting greedy
Our meat and drink, yourself, quoth Edie.

Nay, though past clay, you chip the Parian,
Throw chisel down! quoth Lady Marian.

Be welcome, as to cow—the fodder-rick!
Excuse the simile!—quoth Sir Roderick.
Say not (in Scotch) ‘in troth it canna be’—
But, honey, milk and, indeed, manna be!
Forgive a stranger!—Sarianna B.

Don't set an old acquaintance frowning,
But come and quickly! quoth R. Browning,
For since prodigious fault is found with you,
I—that is, Robin—must be Round with you. P.S.

Do wash your hands, or leave the dirt on,
 But leave the tool as Gammer Gurton
 Her needle lost,—Lady Ashburton
 Thus ends this letter—ease my sick heart,
 And come to my divine Loch Luichart!

W. W. Story, his mark X.
Emelyn Story,
Edith Marion Story,
M. Alford.
In order of infraposition
Signatures of
I am, Roderick Murchison,
Sarianna Browning,
Robert Browning,
L. Ashburton.