Select POetry.
SENSATIONAL SCIENCE.
The rage for knowledge grows apace, A puce that quite terrific ie; To-day the who'e of Britain's race Devoutly scientific; is. No more in cloisters Science roams, Np tyrant gites a knock to it; Ift writes, we rush to buy its tomes; Iti lectures, and we flock to it, For Science i ow our girls and boys Their lore for thee recant, O mime! Thejc'own i* shunned for higher pjt, And Tyndill beats the | antomime. The- " Institution " lecture* draw The babes who once loved merriraeut, And tiny tots can lisp the law That governs each experiment. Our laushing girls give up their pluy, All bitten by' the mania To hear what Huxley has to say On Putagoni»n cranii. Ethnology bids croquet stand, And cast aside lawn tennis is For Evolution's doctrines and The charms of Biogenesis. Tn Life and Death and Hell (O fie!) These famous men enlighten us ; They wing their flight so very high They positively frighten v?. On all our cherished creeds they fall, Without tlie least apology, And hurl the bowl that scatters all The ninepins of theology. We sit enthralled when Huxley shows, Or writes about, in articles, The stream of life that i bbs and flows In protoplasmic particles. A nd when the microscope reveals What lies in specks gela'inous, The timid maiden almost squeals, " O dear, to think we've that in ue! " Then Darwin says that our papas (Is't science this or lunacy ?) Ean up the trees with our mammas In man's old world, Baboonacy. Our girls, from views go wild as these, Half angry and half Junky rise ; To say they come from el imparzers Does mate the darlings' monkey rise. " Art culture" leads a giddy throng, Who ape the strict seitbeticdl, And think the " pretty" must be wrong, The "tidy" quite heretical. The critic's jargon, quickly caught, Is lisped by girls at boarding school; And art's at present largely taught According to the ",boarding school." Grim Buskin frowns and hurls his darts, And lifts his voice to lecure all On painting, sculpture, ar.d the arts, And topics architectural. In Buskin's page all dip awhile/ *' For quaint and clever Kuskin is; As 'pitching in " pervades bis style, The world of readers thus kin is. Like Tyudall, Huxleyj Darwin, he Must now and then hia,quarrels have ,- But all of them the great B.P. ISncrewufed with lavis i laurels liars. Explain, O Truth, why meu like these Are heroes educational! Miss Truth replie?, " Why if you please, Because thby'bk so'sensational! "
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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3921, 23 July 1881, Page 1
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420Select POetry. Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3921, 23 July 1881, Page 1
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