A WAY OF PUTTING IT.
Author. "DO YOU LIKE MY VERSES?"
Pompous Critic. "OH, IMMENSELY! I OBSERVE THAT THE EXIGENCIES OF RHYME HAVE OCCASIONALLY LED TO A FELICITY OF EXPRESSION WHICH—WHICH ALMOST COMPELS ONE TO ASSUME THE ORIGINAL EXISTENCE OF IDEAS!"
AT THE END OF THE YEAR.
THE FRIEND'S REPLY.
I thought your lines a great success,
(You always did write rather neatly)