HARD LINES.
(By a Mathematical Bard.)
Ah, spooks of Euclid, Newton, weep for me,
For I'm a miserably blighted biped!
And here's the cause—I wrote an ode, you see,
Alluding to a parallelepiped.
I'd spelt my polysyllable all right,
The blessed word I hoped would make me famous;
The vulgar error I'd avoided quite,
And thought no one could call me "ignoramus."
It safely passed in proof through each "revise";
But didn't I rave, when I my book inspected,
And found it by some printer over-wise
To "parallelopiped" miscorrected!
Mr. Punch's Criticism on John Davidson's latest Production.—"It ain't all Lavender."
