It was execrable.

The first couplet alone contained an idea.
"Thou art a lovely girl and so very nice I dream till death upon your face." To the wretch's ear it was a rhyme! I destroyed the noisome thing and cast it into the waste-paper basket.
"Prison," said I, "would be a luxurious reward for him.

In a properly civilised country he would be bastinadoed and hanged." "Yes, he is dam bad," said Carlotta, serenely.
"Good heavens!" I cried, "the ruffian has even taught you to swear.

If you dare to say that wicked word again, I'll punish you severely.

What is his horrid name ?" "Pasquale," said Carlotta.
"Pasquale ?" "Yes, he likes to hear me say 'dam.' Oh, the other?
Oh, no, he is too stupid.