If "Uncle Toby," for his good heart famed,
Pitied the one for whom the boy was named,
Then may we make allowance for the elf,
And pity this poor blundering boy himself.
The day may not be very far ahead,
When he his genius on our craft will shed;
Will all at once develop hidden worth,
And as a full-fledged editor come forth.
Let us then justice to this poor boy bring,
Call him—say—Sanctum Prince—not quite a King.