"He is, my dear boy! An American whom the sensible portion of America
rejects. We, therefore,--out of opposition,--take him up. His
chief recommendation is that he writes blatantly concerning
commonplaces,--regardless of music or rhythm. Here's a bit of him
concerning the taming of oxen. He says the tamer lives in a
"'Placid pastoral region.
There they bring him the three-year-olds and the four-year-olds
to break them,--
Some are such beautiful animals, so lofty looking,--some are
buff-colored, some mottled, one has a white line running
along his back, some are brindled,
Some have wide flaring horns (a good sign!) look you! the bright
hides
See the two with stars on their foreheads--see the round bodies
and broad backs
How straight and square they stand on their legs--'"
"Stop, stop!" cried Lorimer, putting his hands to his ears. "This is a
practical joke, Beau! No one would call that jargon poetry!"
"Oh! wouldn't they though!" exclaimed Lovelace.
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