THE NEW ŒNONE.—AN EPIC FRAGMENT.
(With Apologies to the Poet Laureate.)
O BRITISH Public, many-fadded public,
Queer British Public, harken ere I die!
It was the bright forenoon: one silvery cloud
Had with soft sprinkle laid the gathered dust
Of Mayfair. To the studio they came.
Scant-robed they came before the camera.
And at their feet was laid a carpet fair,