Eternally sequacious.
Free country? Bah! When an organ-strain
May blast, and blight and bore you,
Till you get "tum-tum" on the brain?
Ah! There's a picture for you!
Tum-tum-tum-tiddle-um-tum-tum!—
(The writer, once thought clever,
Is now at Hanwell, doomed to hum
That hideous tune for ever!)