Next, Henry Irving's name doth much attract
(That 'glory' of the stage who cannot act)
But even he, the Mime, keeps clear away
From personal share in such a 'got-up' day,—
And not one 'notable' the eye perceives,
Save the Methusaleh of song, Sims Reeves;
Alas, dear Shelley! Hast thou fallen so low?
And must thy Genius such dishonour know?
Is this the way thy Centenary's kept?
Better go unremembered and unwept