Volume 103 — POLITE LEARNING.
Reading edition
[Professor LOMBROSO writes in the Revue des Revues that all women are liars. Mr. VICTOR HORSLEY writes in the Times that one of Miss COBBE's statements is a lie.]
Shameful, shocking, rude Professor! CRICHTON BROWNE—your predecessor In attacks, would-be suppressor Of the higher Education—once compared them To the Pantaloon, and scared them, But he was polite, and spared them Words like "liar." Lie, indeed! There is a middle Course—say "fib" or "tarradiddle," "Not quite true," "A sort of riddle Facts to smother." We, who love the fair romancer— Be she talker, singer, dancer, What you will, she's sweet—we answer, "You're another!" As for you, rough Mr. HORSLEY, Arguing so very coarsely, May I say yours is a worse lie,— Rhyming badly? You, so skilled in vivisection, Could cut up Miss COBBE's objection, With your tongue in some subjection, Not thus madly. Why, LOMBROSO would despise you, Though he is so rude. These "lies" you Freely write make folks surmise you An impostor, Not the lady. You've not "licked" her. (Slang to suit you) though you're VICTOR. Since you stoop to contradict her Like a coster.
