Wait till he thinks the hour has struck, and you'll see he'll not
only let slip the dogs of war, but lead the rush himself."
_Business done._--In Committee of Supply.
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REMBRANDT, TITIEN, VELASQUEZ, ET CIE. WHISTLER, SUCCESSEUR.
[Illustration]
Oh, what a catalogue! Whatever made you think
Numbers should mix in a way never seen?
3, that's a flood of milk, 20, a flood of ink,
Touching a gruel-like sea, that's 15.
Next time, to make a delightful variety,
Hang upside down all the works in your show,
Whilst, on their heads, the _elite_ of Society,
Gasp, "_Fin de Siecle_, quite _chic_, don't you know!"
Why play such pranks to draw people who scoff? It is
They to whose critical words you are deaf.
Though in your country you are not a prophet, is
This how you make one, that's spelt with an F?
Strange that the only kind critic you mention
Is French. He compares you with REMBRANDT & CO.;
His words seem the sole ones that claim your attention:
We'll end in his tongue, like the list of your show.
_Cher Monsieur_ VISTLAIRE, _allez chez la nation_
_Voisine, et emportez ces oeuvres_ "_splendides_,"
"_Destinees a l'eternite des admirations_,"
_Ainsi que dit ce critique candide_!
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