(Written in the Train by an Irate Traveller.)
["The English landscape is being transformed into a dumping-ground for catchpenny eyesores."—See the "Nineteenth Century" for June.]
For Soap and Pill each English slope and hill
Is now a background, and the cry is, "Still
They come;" these public nuisances, that mar
The fair earth's face, like some unsightly scar.
Who possibly can care, I ask, to learn
That Juno Soap Saves Washing, or to turn
A gaze disgusted on some blatant board,