Millions of Manuscripts too bad to use.
The Woman’s Touch runs through our Magazines;
For her the Home, and Mother-Tale, and Scenes
Of Love-and-Action, Happy at the End—
The same old Plots, the same old Ways and Means.
But if, in spite of this, you build a Plot
Which these immortal Elements has not,
You gaze To-Day upon a Slip, which reads,
“The Editor Regrets”—and such-like Rot.
Waste not your Ink, and don’t attempt to use