BRIC-À-BRAC.
(By a Gallio.)
["Poetry will degenerate into mere literary bric-à-brac, such as the composition of rondels and triolets."
—Dr. C. H. Pearson.]
Literary odds and ends
Will for lays be scribbled!
Pearson thus ahead portends
"Litter"-ary odds and ends.
Pessimist, you owe amends
For this forecast ribald:—
"Literary odds and ends
Will for lays be scribbled!"
Call you then mere bric-à-brac
Triolet and rondel?
All that's knocked off with a knack
Call you then mere bric-à-brac?"
Man of prose, you thus attack
Villon, Dobson, Blondel.
Call you then mere bric-à-brac
Triolet and rondel?!
'Pon my word, I don't much care
If you prove your thesis.
Poetry's not my affair—
'Pon my word, I don't much care!
My three triolets pray tear
As you please, to pieces!
'Pon my word, I don't much care
If they prove your thesis!
The recent illuminations in Paris, it is said, were a very costly matter. Naturally, as an "affaire de LUX(E)."