Or a glance of quaint dejection,
Or a glare of wild surprise;
Slab and slop them all together
With a background of sheer sludge;
(Like a slum in foggy weather),
And this blend of scrawl and smudge
Vend as ART—in highest feather!—
Dupes in praise will blare and blether.
Honest Burchells will cry—"FUDGE!!!"