[THE GRAND MARCH OF INTELLECT.]
Librarian. You asked to see the catalogue of the letter P, sir? I’m sorry it’s not yet completed, sir, but I’ve brought you all there is, as far as it goes.
Depend upon it, the Catalogue of the British Museum is not a work for one time, but for all ages!
The following is another and more varied example of alliteration wilfully overdone—
With a splitter, splatter, splutter
And a gurgling in the gutter.
And a tinkle, tankle, tunkle on the shingle and the pane.
With a misty, murky mizziness,
Settling down to steady business,
Comes the dreary, drowsy, drooling of the dripping, dropping rain.
With a sizzle, sozzle, suzzle,
Buttoned upward to the muzzle,
The weary waiting walker drags his rubbers from the mud:
While the dizzy, dodging, dancing,
Of the umber-ella prancing,
Drives a man to lurid longings for some other fellow’s blood.
Oh, the breezy brooks may babble.
And the gentle poet dabble
In his veering vernal verses and fond memories they bring;
But no earthly rhyme or reason
Makes believe in such a season
That this wishy-washy weather is a cloudy ghost of spring.
