A Railway Settlement
Notes edited by David Page.
In preparing these notes, the present
Editor has drawn where appropriate
on those of the ORG.
Will there never come a season[Page 298, Line 16] Ghaziabad about 12 miles east of Delhi. [ORG]
Which shall rid us from the curse
Of a prose which knows no reason
And an unmelodious verse:
When the world shall cease to wonder
At the genius of an Ass,
And a boy's eccentric blunder
Shall not bring success to pass:
When mankind shall be delivered
From the clash of magazines,
And the inkstand shall be shivered
Into countless smithereens:
When there stands a muzzled stripling,
Mute, beside a muzzled bore:
When the Rudyards cease from kipling
And the Haggards Ride no more.
This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built...
This is the cat, That killed the rat ....