Taking crude shape in truthless graphic slander,
Is boyish work,—bad manners and bad art!
And so Tay Pay transgressed the bounds of taste,
And led to shameful shindy. Herod? Humph!
That flout "lacked finish," as great Dizzy said,
He pricked, not stabbed, was fencer, not brute-bruiser,
But he of Brummagem hath much to learn
In gentlemanly sword-play.
"Devil's Advocate!"
That hits him off, I think! Not Devil,—no!