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.