SERIO-COMIC VERSE. 649 



Slips of slivered paper, 

 Basting them with batter. 



Flype 'em, slit 'em, twist 'em, 



Lop-looped laps of paper ; 

 Setting out the system 



By the bones of Neper. 



Clear your coil of kinkings 



Into perfect plaiting, 

 Locking loops and linkings 



Interpenetrating. 



Why should a man benighted, 



Beduped, befooled, besotted, 

 Call knotful knittings plighted, 



Not knotty but beknotted ? 



It's monstrous, horrid, shocking, 

 Beyond the power of thinking, 



Not to know, interlocking 

 Is no mere form of linking. 



But little Jacky Horner 



Will teach you what is proper, 



So pitch him, in his corner, 

 Your silver and your copper. 



To HERMANN STOFFKRAFT, PhJD., the Hero of a recent work 

 called " Paradoxical Philosophy." 



A Paradoxical Ode. 

 [After Shelley.] 



I. 



1878. 



MY soul is an entangled * knot, 

 Upon a liquid vortex wrought 



1 v.r. 's an amphicheiral. 



