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“There’s Holmes, who is matchless among you for wit—
A Leyden-jar always full-charged, from which flit
The electrical tingles of hit after hit;
In long poems ’tis painful sometimes, and invites
A thought of the way the new telegraph writes,
Which pricks down its little sharp sentences spitefully,
As if you got more than you’d title to rightfully,
And you find yourself hoping its wild Father Lightning
Would flame in for a second and give you a fright’ning.