Yes, "prancing mediocrity"—sweet phrase!—no doubt expresses
The decadent young poet, with the limp and languid air,
The very last pianist with the too-abundant tresses,
Whose playing is—well, only less eccentric than his hair.
So, Mr. Punch, we hostesses regard you with affection,
And now that our calamity and trouble you have heard,
If any happy circumstance should bring in your direction
A really nice young lion—would you kindly send us word?
New Novel by the Author of "The Manxman."—The Minx-woman.