Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, October 17, 1891 - Various

I wish, how I wish,—ah! yes, that what we want is!—

Some Cockney Narcissus could charm you to silence.

Ah, me! no such luck; in the clear autumn twilight

Your shriek on my tympanum stridently jars.

"Echo" murders repose, mars the daffodil sky light;

And if one thing sounds worse 'tis "the Voice of the Stars"!