And stab thee through thy tough reviewer's skin
With nothing more important than a pin—
A case of 'table turned' and 'biter bit';
Heaven save thee, Andrew, from a woman's wit!
"What marvel now doth Afric's zone disclose?
A solemn book of rank blasphemous prose,
Writ by a Mistress Schreiner, who elects
A Universal Nothing as her text;
Whereat the Athenæum, doddering soul!
Whimpers about the 'beauty of the whole,'