Glaciers gigantic, and Restaurants vast
Chime not with sands and a tablecloth shameless;
Smoking a pestilent, sea-side cigar,
Mewed in a lodging with children and nurses,
Epitaphs gorgeous of far "Dolce far,"
Curse you with paterfamiliar curses!
THE UGLY FACE: A MORAL DUTY
Some years ago a babe was born—I need not name the place—