As long I dwell on some stupendous
And tremendous (Heaven defend us!)
Monstr’inform’-ingens-horrendous
Demoniaco-seraphic Penman’s latest piece of
graphic.--_Browning._
WILL there never come a season
Which shall rid us from the curse
Of a prose which knows no reason,
And an unmelodious verse?--
When the world shall cease to wonder
At the genius of an Ass,
And a boy’s eccentric blunder
Shall not bring success to pass?--
When mankind shall be delivered
From the clash of magazines,
And the inkstand shall be shivered
Into countless smithereens?--
When there stands a muzzled stripling,
Mute, beside a muzzled bore?--
When the Rudyards cease from Kipling,
And the Haggards Ride no more?
_J. K. Stephen._