LABOUR AND ART;
Or, the Conversion of Binks.
You have stood at some time, I suppose, with a sense of disaster
And gazed at a picture resembling an egg on a mat,
Or a sideslip of squares in the mode of a Pimlico master?—
Well, Binks's "Rebellion" and "Afternoon Tea in my Flat"
Were extremely like that.
He was nuts upon Beauty was Binks, and from boyhood acquainted
With Art, and so bound to her side with such delicate links