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saying that he really hasn't had time to be inspired on Top-hats. Wait till those scrannel lines of Mrs Dyer and the Ruins of Rome have put me into the proper funereal mood for such a black subject. Meanwhile I send you this as a sop - some profane verses on your idol Tennyson..., inside are 10 verses of 4 lines each titled Peerless Poet v. Poet-Peer, the first verse reads I see thee cloak'd about thy chair, / The fragrant cloud upon thy lip, / The old Virginian fellowship, / Cooperant case, dissolving care... and the final verse That mock'd thy wisdom. Rise & fly ? The fawning rout, the apish horde, / Move upward, working out the 'Lord' / And let the tuft and title die., 3 sides 8vo., 3 Matheson Road, West Kensington, no date