In nowise—agree in each tittle and jot!
Fust, how—why was this?
Fust. Shall such "Cur" miss a "quare"?
Within, there! Throw doors wide! Behold who complot
To abolish the scribe's work—blur, blunder and blot!
(The doors open, and the Press is discovered in operation.)
Brave full-bodied birth of this brain that conceived thee
In splendor and music,—sustained the slow drag
Of the days stretched to years dim with doubt,—yet believed thee,
Had faith in thy first leap of life! Pulse might flag—