ABSTRACT
Now thousand tongues are heard in one loud din: The monkey-mimics rush discordant in; ‘Twas chattering, grinning, mouthing, jabbering all, And noise and Norton, brangling and Breval, Dennis and dissonance, and captious art, And snipsnap short, and interruption smart, And demonstration thin, and theses thick, And major, minor, and conclusion quick. ‘Hold’, cried the Queen, ‘a catcall each shall win; Equal your merits! equal is your din! But that this well-disputed game may end, Sound forth my brayers, and the welkin rend.’
