Lord Globule was a backward lad,
Round leaden eyes Lord Globule had. . . .
At ten years old he could not get
The hang of half the alphabet;
At twelve he learned to read his name,
At seventeen to write the same,
At twenty-one, his boyhood done,
He reached the age of twenty-one,
Which was sufficient reason why
His father's sturdy tenantry
Should gather in a large white tent,
Engulf some tons of nutriment,
And, freely primed with free potations,
Emit profuse congratulations
John Collings Squire.
Eight months ago tart-tongued persons at Mayfair teaparties glibly quoted "Lord
Globule," by...
