Chapter 1371 of 1964 · 59 words · ~1 min read

XXVII.

A row of Gentlemen along the streets Suspended may illuminate mankind, As also bonfires made of country seats; But the old way is best for the purblind: The other looks like phosphorus on sheets, A sort of _ignis fatuus_ to the mind, Which, though 't is certain to perplex and frighten, Must burn more mildly ere it can enlighten.