Now, I don't mind if you work into the poem some picturesque allusion to the condition of her nose, so her friends will recognize her.

And you might also spend a verse or two on her defective eye." "What was the matter with her eye ?" "Gone, sir--gone! Knocked out with a chip while she was splitting kin'ling-wood when she was a child.

She fixed it up somehow with a glass one, and it gave her the oddest expression you ever saw.

The false one would stand perfectly still while the other one was rolling around, so that 'bout half the time you couldn't tell whether she was studying astronomy or watching the hired girl pare potatoes.

And she lay there at night with the indisposed eye wide open glaring at me, while the other was tight shut, so that sometimes I'd get the horrors and kick her and shake her to make her get up and fix it.