Chorus.
Another Ghost commenced. He said: "I was a great R.A.
(I remember the time when we used to meet in "the pepper-pots," over the way),
My daubs were always hung on the line, for ourselves we used to judge,
Our sole Ideal conventional cant, our technique broad brown smudge.
And now BURNE JONES's pictures sell!!!"—here he writhed with a spectral twist—
"And our 'broad brown smudge' gives way to the fudge cranks call 'Impressionist.'
I've lost my head, as perhaps you mark—though I keep a ventriloquist tongue.
What's the use of a head to an Artist Ghost, who has never a chance to be hung?"