THE

001?

VERSE

O F

LEWIS CARRO LTHE REV. CHARLES LUTWIDGE D ODGSON

(form erly titled : The Co llected Verse of Lewis Carroll)

With I llustrations by

SIR JO HN TENNIEL,ARTHUR B. FRO ST,

HENRY HO LIDAY,HARRY FURNISS,

AND THE AUTHO R

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ACKNOWLED GMENT

Th e publishers Wish to acknowledge with thanks th ecourteous perm issions to use th e fo llowing material :To Harvard Co llege Library ,

which owns th e

manuscripts o f Puzzles from Wonderland ”and

“ So lut ions to Puzzles from Wonderland ”

;

To M r. Arthur A . Houghton , Jr.

,who owns th e

manuscripts o f“Maggie ’s Visit to Oxford ”

and“Three SunsetsTo th e Cen tury Company for th e verses found

in“Th e Life and Letters o f Lewis Carro ll ” by

S . Dodgson Co l lingwood .

PREFACE

THE present vo lume contains all the verse wh ichappeared in th e books by Lewis Carro l l publishedduring h is lifetime , togetherwith a number of hithertounpublished juven ile pieces from the original MSS . of

Useful and InstructivePoetry and TheRectory Magazine ,

in addition to many o thers co llected from Co llingwood ’s Lewis Carroll Picture-Book and Life andLettersof Lewis Carroll, and from o ther works now out o f

print or not readily accessible .

The order fo llowed is mainly chrono logical , thoughthe serious verseswhich formed part of th e first edit ionof Phantasmagoria ( 1869) are here given as be longingmore appropriate ly to Three Sunsets, in which theywere reissued in 1 898. Th e title o fRhyme ? andReason?does no t appear, since th e contents o f that vo lume are

included in Phantasmagoria and The Hunting of the

Snark . Th e Oxford verses are for conven iencegrouped with Notes by an Oxford Chiel A

few o f Arthur B . Frost ’s illustrations to Phantasmagoriahave been om itted .

’

Th e notes in small type at the head o f some o f the

verses have been inserted for the purposes o f thisedit ion . Th e remainder are the au thor’s own .

For th e original suggestion which led to the publication o f the Collected Verse, the publishers are in

debted to M r. J . Bou lter, and in th e course o f its com

pilation they have received generous he lp from manyv11

Preface

quartersi—in part icu lar from Major C . H . W . Dodgson ,

represent ing th e Dodgson fam ily, and f rom M r.

Sidney Herbert William s, j o int a u thor with M r.

Falconer Madan of th e invaluable Handbook of the

Literature of the Rev. C . L . D odgson (Lewis Carroll) ,who allowed Puzzle and Three Children to be

reprinted from h is Some Rare Carrolliana . Theyhave also to thank the fo llowing ladies for assent ing toth e use o f th e items with which their names are asso

ciated : Miss E . M . Argles ; M rs . Danie l and M rs.

Lee ; M iss F . M . Forshall ; M rs. R . G . Hargreaves(ne

’

e Alice Pleasance Lidde ll) ; Miss Beatri ce Hatch ;M rs. Morton (M iss Margaret Bowman ) ; and M rs.

Wyper (M iss Emm ie Drury) . In addit ion they have toacknowledge the ready courtesy o f the fo llowing ownerso f manuscript verses by Lewis Carro ll Sir LeicesterHarmsworth , for “Two Thieves ”

and th e“Pro logue

to‘La Gu ida di Bragia M r. Arthur A . Houghton ,

Jr. ,o f New York , for Maggie ’

s Visit to Oxfordand

“Maggie B M r. H. F . B . Sharp , for th e twopo ems addressed to M iss Marion Terry ; and o f M r .

F . B de Sausmarez for th e text o f th e second Pro

logue . Th e words o f Dream land are reproducedby perm ission o f th e Oxford Un iversity Press

,th e

publishers o f th e musical'

sett ingby C . E . Hu tchinson .

Reference must be made . in conclusion to th e in

format ion and assistance free ly afforded by Messrs.

J . 85 E . Bumpus, Ltd. , Messrs. Maggs Bros. , Messrs.

Parker Son ,Ltd o f Oxfo rd , Messrs . So theby, and

Messrs . Henry Soth eran ,Ltd.

CONTENTS

EARLY VERSE m ay:

J My Fairy” Punctual ityM e lodiesBro th er and Sister

Facts/ R u les and Regu lations/ Horrors

, M isunderstandings

As i t fe l l upon a D ay

Ye Fa'

ttale Ch eyse

Lays o f So rrow,No . I

/Lays o f Sorrow,

No . 2

/ Th e Two Bro th ers

Th e Lady o f th e LadleSh e

’

s all my fancy pain ted H imPh o tography Extraordinary

Lays o f Mystery ,Im aginat ion ,

and Hum our,No . I

Pa lace o f Hum bugJ Th e M ouse

’

s Tale (Early version )« Th e M o ck Turt le ’

s So ng (Early version )Upon th e Lone ly M o o r

l M issjones

FROM ALICE’

S AD VENTURES IN WOND ERLAND

D edication

How D o th

Co n ten tsPAGE

Th e M ouse’

s TaleFath erWi l liamTh e D u ch ess

’

s Lu l labyTh e M ad Hatter

’

s Song

Th e M o ck Turt le ’s SongAlice ’s Recitation

M ‘I‘

urtle Soup

Evidence read at th e Tria l o f th e Knave Hearts

Ch ristmas G ree tings

PUZ Z LES FROM WOND ERLAND

D edication

Jabberwo ckyTh e Walrusand th e Carpen terHu

'

mpty D umpty’

s Recitation

Th e W'

h ite Kn igh t’

s Bal ladTh e Red Queen

’

s Lu l laby/ We lcom e Qu een AliceTh e Wh ite Queen

’

s RiddleAcrostic : A

'

boa t,beneath a sunny sky

PRO LO GUES TO”

PLAYS

Pro logue to La G u ida di Bragia

Pro logu ePro logue

Phan tasmagoria

Can to I : Th e TrystyngCan to I I : Hys Fyve Ru les

X

Co nten ts

Can to I I I : Scarm oges

Can to IV : Hys No uryture

Can to V : Byckerm en t

Can to V I : D yscom fyture

Can to V I I : Sad So uvenaunce

Ech o es

A Sea D irge

Ye Carpe t te Knygh te

H iawatha’

s Ph o tograph ing

M e lanch o le t ta

A Valen tin eTh e Th ree Vo ices

Tema con Variazi on i

A G am e o f FivesPo e ta Fit

,non Nascitur

Size and Tears

Atalan ta in Camden -Town

Th e Lang Co o rtin’

Four RiddlesFam e

’

s Penny-Trumpe t

FROM COLLEGE RHYMES AND NOTES BY

AN OXFORD CHIEL

O de to D am on

Th ose Horrid Hurdy G urdies !

My FancyTh e M ajesty o fjust i ce

Th e E lec tions to th e Hebdomadal Co unc ilTh e D eserted ParksTh e n ew Be lfry o f Ch rist Ch urch , O xfo rd

Th e Wandering Burgess

A Bach analian O de

Exam ination Statu te

Con tents

THE HUNTING OF THE SPAGE

Preface

D edicat ion

Fit th e First : Th e LandingFit th e Second : Th e Be l lman

’

s Speech

Fit th e Th ird : Th e Baker’

s TaleFit theFourth : Th e Hun tingFit th e Fifth : The Beaver’s Lesso nFit th e Sixth : Th e Barrister

’

s D ream

Fit th e Seventh Th e Banker’s FateFit th e Eigh th : Th e Van ish ing

ACRO STICS, INSCR IPTIONS,’

AND OTHERVERSES

Acrostic : Litt le maidens, wh en you lo o k

To th ree puzzled little G irls, from th e Au th o r

D ou ble Acrdstic : I sing a p lace wh erein agree

Th ree little M aids

PuzzleThree Ch ildrenTWO Th ievesTwo Acrostics : Round th e wondrous globe

M aidens, if a maid you m eet

D ouble'

Acrostic : Two l i tt le girls near London dwe llAcrostic : Are yo u deaf. Fath erWi l liam ?

Acrostic : M aidens if you love th e taleAcro stic : Love-ligh ted eyes, th at wi l l no t startTo M . A. B.

Acrostic : M aiden ,th ough thy h eart m ayquai l

M adriga lLove am ong th e Ro ses

Two Po em s to Rach e l D an ie lTh e Lyceum

Acro stic : Around my lone ly h earth , to -n igh t

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Co nten tsPACE

D ream landTo my PupilTo my Ch ild FriendA RiddleA Lim erick

Rhym e? and Reason ?

A Nursery D arlingMaggie

’

s Visit to O xfo rd

Maggie B

FROM SYLVIE AND BRUNO

Acrostic : Is all o ur Life , th en ,bu t a dream .

Th e Mad G ardener’

s Song

Th e Warden’

s Charm

Pe ter and Pau lBrun o

’

s Song

Th e Th ree Badgers

Lady Murie l ’s Song

FROM SYLVIE AND BRUNO CONCLUD ED

Acrostic D reams,th at e lude th eWaker

’

s frenziedgrasp

Th e King-Fish er SongMatilda janeWh at To ttles M ean t

Th e little M an th at h ad a li t tle GunA Song o f Love

Th e Pig-Tale

THREE SUNSETS AND OTHER POEMS

Three Sunse ts .

Th e Path o f Ro ses

Th e Val ley o f th e Shadow o f D eath

So li tude .

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PUNCTUALITY

(From Useful and I nstructive Poetry)

MAN naturally loves delay ,

And to pro crast inate ;Business pu t o ff from day to dayIs always done too late .

Let every hour be in its placeFirm fixed

,nor loo se ly shift ,

And well en joy th e vacan t space ,As though a birthday gift .

And when th e hour arri ves,be there

,

Where ’er that “there ” may be ;

Unclean ly hands orru ffled hairLet no one ever see .

I f dinner at half- past be placed ,At

“ half-past ” thenbe dressed .

I f at a quarter- past ” make hasteTo be down with th e rest .

B etter to be before your t ime ,Than e

’

er to be behind ;To ope th e door while strikes th e chime ,That shows a punctual m ind .

4.

Punc tuality

M oral

Let punctuality and careSeize every flitting hour

,

So shalt thou cu ll a fioweret fair,

E’

en from a fading flower.

M'ELOD IES

(From Useful and I nstructive Poetry)

THERE was an old farmer o f Readall,

Wh o made ho les in h is face with a needle,

They went far deeper inThan to pierce through th e skin

And yet strange to say h e was made beadle °

There was an eccen tric old draper,

Wh o wore a hat made o f brown paper,

I t wen t up to a pom t ,

Yet it look ed out of jo in t ,The cause o f which he said was vapour.

There was once a young man of Oporta,

Wh o daily go t shorter and sho rter,

Th e reason h e saidWas the hod on h is head

,

Which was filled with th e heavi est mortar.

His sister,named Lucy O

’

Finner,

Grew constant ly thinner and thinner ;Th e reason was plain ,

Sh e slept ou t in th e rain,

And was never allowed any dinner.

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BROTHER AND SISTER

(From Useful and I nstructive Poetry)

SISTER,sister

, go to bed'

Go and rest yourweary h ead .

Thus th e pruden t bro ther said .

D o you want a battered hide ,Or scratches to your face applied ? ”

Thus h is sister calm replied .

Sister,do no t raise my wrath .

I ’d make you into mu tton bro thAs easily as kill a mo th ! ”

Th e sister raised h er beaming eyeAnd looked on h im indignan t lyAnd stern ly answered

,

“ On ly try

Off to th e cook h e qu ickly ran .

Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan

To me as qu ickly as you can .

”

And wherefore shou ld I lend it you ?”

Th e reason,Cook

,is plain to view.

I wish to make an Irish stew.

”

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FACTS

(From Useful and I nstructive Poetry)

WERE I to take an iron gun ,

And fire it off towards the sun ;

I grant ’twou ld reach its mark at last

,

But no t t ill many years h ad passed.

But shou ld that bu lle t change its force ,And to th e planets take i ts course

,

’Twou ld star,

B ecause it very far.

RULES AND REGULATIONS

(From Useful and I nstructive Poetry)

A SHORT direct ionTo avo id dejection

,

By variat ionsIn o ccupat ions

,

And pro longat ionOf relaxat io n ,

And combinat ionsOf recreat ionsAnd disputat ionOn th e state o f the nationIn adaptat ionTo your stat ionBy invitat ionsTo friends and relat ions

,

By evitat ionOf ampu tat ion ,

By permu tationIn

'

conversat ion ,

And deep refieCtionYou ’ll avo id d-ejection .

Learn wel l your grammar,

And never stammer,

Write well and neat ly ,

And sing most sweet ly ,I O

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HORRORS

( From TheRectory Magazine, 1 850)

METHOU'

GHT I walked a“ dismal place

D im horrors all aroundTh e air was thick with many. a face

,

And black as n ight th e ground .

I saw a monster come with speed,

I ts face of grimmliest green ,

On human belngs used to feed ,Most dreadfu l to be seen .

I cou ld no t speak,I cou ld no t fly ,

I fel l down in that place,

I saw th e monster’

s h orrid eyeCome leering in my face !

Am idst my scarcely - stifled groans,

Am idst my moan ings deep,

I heard a vo ice,

“Wake ! M r. Jones,

You ’re scream ing in your sleep

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M ISUNDERSTAND INGS

(From The Rectory Magazine)

IF such a thing had been my thought ,I shou ld have to ld you so beforeBu t as I didn ’

t,then you ought

To ask for su ch a thing no more,

For to teach one wh o h as been taughtIs always thought an awfu l bore .

Now to commen ce my argumen t,

I shall - prem ise an observation ,

On which th e greatest kings have leantWhen striving to subdue a nat ion

,

And e’

en th e wretch who pays no ren t

By it can so lve a hard equat ion .

I ts tru th is such,th e force o f reason

Can no t avail to shake its power,

Yet e’

en th e sun in summer season

Do th no t dispel so m ild a showerAs this

,and h e wh o sees it

,sees on

B eyond it to a sunny bowerN0 more

,when ignorance is treason

,

Let Wisdom ’

s brows be co ld and sour.

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AS IT FELL UPON A DAY

(From The Rectory Malgazine)

AS I was sitting on th e hearth(And 0,

but a hog is fat ! )A man came hurry ing up th e path,(And what care I for that

When h e came th e house unto,

”

His breath bo th qu ick and short h e drew

When h e came before th e door,

His face grew paler. than before .

When h e turned th e handle round,

Th e man fel l faint ing to th e ground .

When h e crossed th e lo fty hall ,Once and again I heard h im fall .

When h e came up to th e turret stair,He shrieked and t ore his raven hair.

When h e came my chamber in ,

(And 0,but a hog is fat ! )

I ran h im through with a go lden pin,(And what care I for that ?)

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YE PATTALE CHEYSE

(From The Rectory Umbrella ; I llustratedby th e author)

YTTE wes a m irke an dreiry cave ,Weet scroggis

1owr ytte creepe .

Gurgles withyn ye flowan waveThrow channel braid an deep

Never withyn that dreir recesseWes sene ye lygh te o f daye ,

Quhat bode azo

'

nt2

y ts m irk inesse

Nane kend an nane mo te saye .

Ye monarch e rade owr brake an braeAn drave ye yellynge packe ,

Hiz m eany4 au ’

richte cadgily 5

Are wendynge6yn hiz tracke .

Wi ’ eager iye , wi’

yalpe an crye'

Ye h ondes yode 7 down ye ro cks,

Ahead of au ’their companye

Renneth ye panky 8 foxe .

Ye foxe h es sough te that cave o f awe

Forewearied 9 wi’ hiz rin .

Quha nou ys h e sae bau ld an braw 1°

To dare to en ter yu ?

Wi ’ eager bounde h es ilka hondeGane till that caverne dreir

,

Fou 11 many a yowl 12 ys 13 h earde arounde,

Fou 1 1 many a screech of feir.

I S

Ye Pat tale Ch eyse

Like ane wi’th irstie ‘

appetite

Quha swalloweth orange pulp,

Wes h earde a huggle an a bite,

A swallow an a gulp .

Ye kynge h es lap frae aff hiz ste id,

Ou tbrayde1” hiz trenchan t brande ;

Quha on my packe o f h ondes do th feed,

Maun deye benead th i-lke hande .

Sae sed,sae dune : ye stonderes 1 5 hearde

Fou many a m ickle 1 6stroke

,

Sowns 17 lyke ye flappynge o f a birde,

A struggle an a choke .

Owte o f ye cave scarce fette 18they ytte ,

Wi pow1 9an push an h au

’ 2°

Whereo f Y ’

ve drawne a litte l bytte ,Bo t durst nat draw yt te au .

2l

1 bush es.

2 beyond.

3 darkness .

4company .

5 merrily .

6go ing journeying.

7 went .

8 cunning.

9 much wearied.

1° brave .

11 full . 12 howl .13 is.

14 drawn 1 5 bystanders.

16 h eavy .

1 7sounds.

18 fetch ed.

1 9pull . 2° haul . 21

all.

LAYS OF SORROW

NO . I

(From The Rectory Umbrella)THE day was wet , th e rain fell souse

Like jars of strawberry jam ,

1a

Sound washeard in th e old henhouse ,A beat ing o f a hammer

O f stalwart form ,andrvisage warm ,

Two you ths were seenwithin itSplitt ing up an o ld tree in to perches for poultry

At a hundred strokes 2 a m inute .

Th e work is done , th e hen has takenPossession o f h er nest and eggsWithou t a thought o f eggs and bacon ,

3

(Or I am very much m istakenSh e -turns over each shell

,

To be sure that all ’s well,

Looks in to th e straw

T0 see there ’s no flaw

,

Goes on ce round th e house,

4

Half afraid Of“ a m ouse,

Then sinks calm ly to rest

On th e top o f h er'

nest,

First doubling up each o f h er legs.

1 I .e. th e Jam witho u t th e jars . Observe thebeau ty of th is rhyme .

2At th e rate o f a stroke and two - th irds in a second .

3Unless th e h en was a poach er, wh ich is unlike ly .

4 Th e henh ouse .

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Lays o f So rrow

Time ro lled away,and so did every shell

,

“ Smal l by degrees and beau t ifu lly less,As th e sage mo ther with a powerfu l spell 1

Forced each in turn its con tents to express,

2

Bu t ah !“ imperfect is expression

,

”

Some po et said,I don ’

t care wh o,

I f. you wan t to know you must go elsewhere,

One fact I can tell , if you’re willing to hear

,

He never att ended a Parliam en t Session,

For I’m certain that if he had ever been there

,

Fu ll qu ickly would h e have changed h is ideas,’

With th e hissings, th e h oo tings, th e groans and

th e cheers .

And as to'

h isname it is pretty clearThat it wasn ’

t me and it wasn ’t you

And so it fell upon a day ,

(That is, it never. rose

”

again)A chick was found upon th e h ay ,

I ts little life had ebbed away .

N0 longer fro licsom e and gay ,

N0 longer could it run or play .

“And must we,chicken

,must we part ? ”

I ts master3 cried wi th bursting heart

,

And vo ice o f agony and pain .

So one , whose t icket ’s marked “ Return,

When to th e lonely roadside stat ionHe flies in fear and perturbat ion

,

Thinks of h is home— th e hissing urn

Then runs with flying h at and hair,1 Beak and claw.

2 Press ou t3 Probably one o f th e two stalwart youth s.

Th e system of return tickets is an excellent one . People are

conveyed, on particu lar days, there and back again for one fare .

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LAYS OF SORROW

(From The Rectory Umbrella . Illustratedby the au thor)

FAIR stands th e ancien t 1 Rectory ,Th e Rectory o f CrOft

,

Th e sun sh ines bright upon it,

Th e breezes whisper soft .

From all th e house and gardenI ts inhabitants come forth

,

And muster in th e road without ,And pace in twos and threes abou t ,Th e children o f th e North .

Some are wait ing in th e garden ,

Some are wait ing at th e door,And some are fo llowing behind

,

And some have gone before .

But whereforeall this mustering ?Wherefore this vast array ?

A gallan t feat of horsemanshipWill be performed to -day .

To eastward and to westward,

Th e crowd divides amain,

1 Th is Rectory has been supposed to have

been built in th e time of EdwardVI , bu t recentdiscoveries clearly assign its origin to a much

earlier period . A stone has been found in an

island formed by the river Tees on wh ich isinscribed the let ter “A

,

” wh ich is justly con

jectured to stand for th e name of the great

King Alfred, in whose reign“

this house was

probably built .20

Lays o f Sorrow

Two youths are leading on th e steed ,Bo th tugging at th e re in ;

And sorely do they labour,For the steed 1 is very strong

,

And backward moves its stubborn feet ,And backward ever do th retreat ,

And drags its gu ides along .

Th e rabbits bow before thee,

And cower in th e straw ;The chickens 2 are subm l ss1ve

,

And own thy will for law ;Bullfinch es and canaryThy bidding do obey ;

And e’en th e tort01se 1n its shell

Do th never say thee nay .

But thy steed will hear no master,

Thy steed will bear no st ick,

1 Th e poet entreats pardon for having represented a donkeyunder th is dignified name .

2A fu ll account of th e h istory and misfortunes of th ese interesting creatures may be found in th e first -

“Lay of Sorrow.

”

2 1

And now th e kn ight hathmoun ted

,

Before th e adm 1r1ng band ,Hath go t th e st irrups on h is feet ,Th e bridle in h is hand .

Yet,oh ! beware

,sir horseman !

And tempt thy fate no more ,

For su ch a steed as thou hast go tWas never rid before

Lays O f So rrow

And wo e to tho se that beat h er,

And woe to those that kick ! 1For though h er rider sm ite h erAs hard as h e can h it

,

And strive to turn h er from th e

yard ,Sh e stands in silence

,pu lling

hardAgainst th e pu lling bit .

And now th e road to DaltonHath felt their com ing tread

,

Th e crowd are speeding on before,

And all have gone ahead .

Yet o ften look they backward ,And cheer h im on

,and bet

,

For slower still,and st ill more slow

,

That horseman and that charger go ,And scarce advance at all .

And now two roads to choose fromAre in that rider’s sight

In fron t th e road to Dalton,

’

And New Cro ft upon th eright .

I can ’t get by !

”h e bellows

,

“ I really am no t ableThough I pu ll my shou lder

ou t o f jo int ,I canno t get h im past thispo int

,

For i t leads un to h is stable1 I t is a singu lar fact that a donkey makes a po int o f returning

any kicks'

offered to it .

2 2 '

Lays o f So rrow

Then ou t spake Ulfrid Lon.gbow,

1

A valiant you th was h e“Lo I will stand on thy right handAnd guard th e pass for th ee ! ”

And out spake fair Flureeza,

2

His sister eke was sh e,

I will abide on thy o ther side,

And turn thy steed for thee ! ”

1 Th is valiant knigh t , besides having a h eart of steel and nerves

of iron ,has been lately in th e habit of carrying a brick in bis !

eye .

2 Shewas sister to bOth .

And now commenced a

struggleBetween that steedand rider

,

For all th e strength thath e hath - leftDo th no t suffice to

gu ide “

h er.

Lays o f So rrow

Though Ulfrid and h is sisterHave kindly stopped th e way ,

And all th e crowd have cried aloud“We can ’

t wait here all day 1”

Round turned h e as no t deign ingTheir words to understand

,

Bu t h e slipped th e st irrups from his

Th e bridle from h is hand,

And grasped th e mane fu ll light ly ,

And vau lted from h is seat,

And gained th e road in triumph,

1

And stood upon h is feet .

All firmly t ill that momen t

Had Ulfrid Longbow stood,

And faced th e foe right valiant ly ,

As every warrior shou ld .

1 Th e reader will probably be at a loss to discover th e nature of

th is triumph , as no object was gained, and th e donkey was ob

viously th e victor ; on th is po int , however, we are sorry to saywe can off er no good explanation .

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Lays O f So rrow

Bu t when safe on terra firma

His bro ther he did spy ,

What did you do that for?”h e cried

,

Then uncon cerned h e stepped aside “

And it can ter by .

They gave h im'

bread bu tter,

1

That was o f public right,

As much as four strong rabbitsCou ld mun ch from mom to n ight

,

For h e’

d dOne a deed o f daring,

And faced that savage steed,

And therefore cups of coffee sweet,

And everything that was a treat,

Were but h is right and meed .

1 Much mOre acceptable to a true knigh t than corn - landwh ich the Roman people were so foo lish as to give to th eir daringchampion ,

Horatius.

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Lays So rrow

How,in h is brother’s ut

most need ,

26

And o ftenin th e evenings,

When th e fire is blazingbright

,

When books bestrew th e

tableAnd moths obscure th elight

,

When crying children go

to bed,

A struggling,kicking

load ;We

’ll talk of Ulfrid Lon-

g'bow’

s deed ,

Back to h is ald h e flew

with‘

speed,

And h ow h e faced th e fierysteed

And kept th e NewCroftRoad .

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Th e Two Bro th ers

Said h e,Thus shall h e wallop about

And th e fish take h im qu ite at their ease,

For me to annoy it was ever h is joy ,

Now I ’ll teach h im th e mean ing Of ‘Tees ’

Th e wind to h is ear brought a voi ce ,“Mybro ther, you didn

’

t h ad ought ter !And what have I done that you think it such funTo indu lge in th e pleasure o f slaughter?

A -

‘good nibble or bite is“

my chiefest delight ,When I ’m merely expected to see

,

But a bite from a fish is no t qu ite what I wish,

When I get it performed upon me ;And just now he‘

re’s a swarm o f dace at my arm

,

And a perch has go t ho ld o fmy

Forwatermy thirst was no t great at th e first,

And o f fish I have qu ite sufficien

Oh fear no t ! ” h e c ried , “fOr

'

wh atever bet ide,

weare bo th in th e selfsame condit ion !

I am sure that our state ’s very nearly alike(Not considering th e quest ion o f slaughter) ,

For I have “

my perch on th e top o f th e bridge,

And you have your perch in'

the water.

I st ick to my perch and your perch sticks to you ,

We are reallyextremely alike ;I’ve a turn - pike up here , and I very mu ch fearYou may soon have a turn with a pike .

”

Oh gran t but one wish ! I f I’

m took by a fish

(For your bait is your bro ther, good man

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Th e Two Bro th ers

Pull h imup if you like , but I hope you will strikeAs gen t ly as ever you can .

I f th e fish be a trout,I’m afraid there ’s no doubt

I must strike h im like lightn ing that ’s greased ;I f th e fish be a pike

,I ’ll engage no t to strike “

,

Till'

I’

ve waited ten m inu tes at least .

”

But in th ose tenm inutes to deso late FateYour bro ther a vict im may fall

“ I ’ll redu ce it to five,so perhaps you

’ll survive,

But th e chance 1s exceedingly small .

Oh .hard is your heart for to act such a part ;Is it iron

,or gran ite

,or steel ? ”

Why ,I really can

’

t say— it is many a day

Since my heart was accustomed to feel .

Twas my heart - cherished wish fOr to slay many fish ,

Each day did my malice growworse,

For my heart didn’t so ften with do ing it so o ften

,

But rather,I shou ld say ,

th e reverse .

Oh would I were back at Twyford schoo l,

Learn ing lessons in fear o f th e birchNay ,

“bro ther 1” h e cried,for whatever bet ide

,

You are better o ff here with your perch

I am sure you’ll allow you are happier now,

With no th ing to do but to play ;And this. single line here

,it is perfect ly clear,

Is much better'

th an thirty a day 1

And as“

to th e rod hanging over your head ,And apparen t ly ready to fall ,

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Th e Two Bro th ers

That , you know,was th e case

,when you lived in that

place,

So it need not be reckoned at all

D o you see that old trout with a turn -up-nose

snou t ?

(Just to speak on a pleasanter theme,)

Observe , my dear bro ther, our love for each o therHe

’

s th e one I like best in th e stream

To -morrow I mean to invite h im to dine(We shall all o f us think it a treat )

If th e day shou ld be fine,I ’ll just drop him a line,

And we’ll settle what tim e we

’re to m eet .

He hasn ’t been in to so ciety yet ,

And h is manners are no t o f th e best,

So I think it qu ite fair that it shou ld be my care ,To see that h e ’s properly dressed .

Many“

words brought th e wind o f cruel and

kind,

”

And that man suffers more than th e bruteEach several word with pat ience h e heard

,

And answered with wisdom to boo t .

What ? prett ier swimming in th e stream,

Than lying all snugly and flat ?

D o but look at that dish filled with glittering fish,

Has Nature a picture like that ?

What ? a higher delight to be drawn from th e sightO f fish fu ll o f life and o f glee ?

What a noodle you are”tis deligh tfuller far

To k ill them than let them go free !

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Th e Two Bro th ers

I know there are people who prate by th e hourOf th e beau ty o f earth

,sky ,

and o cean ;Of th e birds as they fly ,

o f th e fish darting by ,Rejo icing in Life and in Mo tion .

As to any delight to be go t from th e sight,

I t is all very well for a flatBut I think it all gammon

,for hooking a salmon

Is better than twen ty o f that !

They say ,

that a man of a right - thinking m indWill love th e dumb creatures h e sees

What ’s th e use of h is m ind,if h e

’s never in clined

To pu ll a fish out of the Tees ?

Take my friends and my home—

as an outcast I ’llroam :

Take th e money I have in th e Bank ;I t is just what I “

wish,but deprive me o f fish ,And my life wou ld indeed be a blank 1”

Forth from th e house h is sister came,

Her bro thers for to see,

But when sh e saw that sight of awe,

The tear stood in h er e’

e .

Oh what bait ’s that upon your hook ,My bro ther, tell to m e ?

”

I t is bu t th e fantailed pigeon,

Hewou ld no t sing forme .

”

Whoe ’erwou ld expect a pigeon to sing,

A simpleton h e must be

But /a pigeon - co te is a different thingTo th e coat that there I see 1 ”

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Th e Two Bro th ers

Oh what bait ’s that upon your hook ,Dear bro ther, tell to m e ?

”

I t is my younger bro ther,”h e cried

,

Oh woe and do le is m e !

I’

s m ighty wicked , that I is !Or h ow could Such things be ?Farewell

,farewell

,

“

sweet Sister,

I’

m go ing o ’er th e seal

”

And when will you come back agamMy

‘

bro th er,tell to m e ?

When “chub 15 good for human food,

And that will never be ! ”

Sh e turned herself right round about,

And h er heart brake into three ,Said

,

“One o f th e two w1ll be wet throu h and

through“

,

‘t’

o th er’

ll for h is

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THE LADY OF .THE LADLE

(Publish ed in the Whitby Gazette, 1 854 )

THE Youth at Eve had drunk h is fill ,Where stands th e “ Royal

”on th e Hill

,

And long h is m id-day stroll h ad made,

On th e so - called “Marine Parade ”

(Meant,I presum e

,for Seamen brave

,

Who se “march is on th e Moun tain wave

’Twere just th e bathing-place for h imWh o stays on land t ill h e can swimAnd h e had strayed into th e Town ,

And paced each alley up and down,

Where st ill,so narrow grew th e way ,

Th e very houses seemed to say ,

Nodding to friends across th e Street,

“One struggle more and we shall meet .

And h e had scaled that wondrous stairThat soars from earth to upper air

,

Where rich and poor alike must climb,

And walk th e treadm ill for a t ime .

That morn ing h e h ad dressed with care,

And put Pomatum on h is hair ;He was

,th e loungers all agreed

,

A very heavy swel l indeedM en thought h im ,

as h e swaggered by ,

Some scion o f nobility ,

“

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Th e Lady o f'

th e Ladle

And never dreamed,so co ld h is look

,

That h e h ad loved—r and loved . a Cook .

Upon th e beach h e stood and sighedUnheedfu l o f th e treacherous t ide ;Thus sang h e to th e listening main

,

And soo thed h is sorrowwith th e strain

CORONACH

SHE is gone by th e Hilda,Sh e is lo st un to Whitby,

And h er name is Mat ildaWhich my heart it was sm it b

Tho ’ I take “

th e Goliah,

I learn to my sorrow

That ‘it Won ’

t,

’

said th e crier,

‘Be off t ill to -morrow.

’

Sh e called me h er‘Neddy ,

’

(Th o’

there mayn’

t be muchAnd I shou ld have been ready ,I f she ’d wal ted a m inute ;I was fo llowing behind h erWhen

,if you reco llect

,I

Merely ran back to find aGo ld pin for my neck - t l e .

Rich dresser Of suet !Prime hand at a sausage !

I have lost thee,I rue it

,

And my fare for th e p assagePerhaps she thinks it funny ,

Aboard o f th e Hilda ,

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SHE ’S ALL MY FANCY PAINTED HIM

(From M isch-M asch . An earlier version o f the lines read inevidence at th e trial of th e Knave o f Hearts. See p . 69)

[This affect ing fragmen t was found in MS . amongth e papers o f th e we ll - known author o f

“Was it You

or I ? ” a tragedy ,and th e two popu lar novels

,

“ Sisterand Son

,and Th e Niece s Legacy ,

or th e Grateful

SHE ’

S“

all my fancy painted h im( I make no idle boast)

I f h e or you h ad lo st a limb ,Which wou ld have suffered most ?

He said that you had been to h er,And seen m e here before ;

But,in ano ther character

,

Sh e was th e same o f yore .

There was no t one? that spoke to us,

Of all that thronged th e street

So h e sadly go t into a’

bus,

And pattered with h is feet .

They sent h im word I had no t gone(We know it to be true)

If sh e shou ld push th e matter onWhat would become o f you ?

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Sh e’

s all My F ancy Pain ted H im

They gave h er one , they gave me two,

They gave us three or mo re ;

They all returned from h im to you ,

Though they were m 1ne before .

I f I or sh e should chan ce to beInvo lved in this affair,

He trusts to you to set them free,

Exact ly as we were .

I t seemed to me that you had been(B efore sh e had this fit)

An obstacle , that came betweenHim

,and ourse lves, and it .

Don ’

t let h im know Sh e liked them “ best,

For this must ever beA secret

,kept from all th e rest

,

Between yourself

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PHOTOGRAPHY EXTRAORD INARY

(From M isch-M asch . Specimens of th e resu lts obtained bypho tograph ing the mental operations of a young man and developing th em to various degrees o f intensity representing differentSchoo ls of Novels)

The M i lk- and—Water School

ALAS ! sh e wou ld no t hear my prayer !Yet it were rash to tear my hair ;D isfigured, I should be less fair.

Sh e was unwise,I may say blind ;

Once “

sh e was lovingly inclined ;Some c1rcumstance has changed her mind .

The Strong-M inded or M atter—of—Fact School

Well ! so my offer was no go

Sh e might do worse,I to ld h er so ;

She was a foo l to answer N

However,things are as they stood ;

Norwou ld I have h er if I could ,For there are plenty more as good .

The Spasmodic or German School

Firebrands and daggers ! hope hathTo atoms dash th e doubly dead 1My brain is fire— my heart is lead !

Her sou l is flint , and what am I ?Scorch

’

d by h er fierce , relent less eye ,No thingness is my destiny !

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LAYS OF MYSTERY,IMAGINATION ,

AND

HUMOUR

NO . I

THE PALACE OF HUMBUG

( From M i sch—Masch)

I DREAMT I dwelt ln marble halls,

And each damp thing that creeps and crawlsWent wobble-wobble on thewalls.

Faint odours o f departed cheese ,B lown on th e dank , unwho lesome breeze

,

Awoke th e never-endingsneeze .

Strange pictures decked the arras drear,

Strange characters o f woe and fear,

Th e humbugs of th e social sphere .

One showed a vain and no isy prig ,That shouted empty words and bigAt h im that nodded in a wig.

And one,a do tard '

gr1m and gray ,

Who wasteth Childh ood ’s happy dayIn work mOre profitless t han play .

Whose icy breast no pity warms,

Whose litt le victims sit in swarms,

And slowly sob on lower forms.

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Th e Palace o f H um bug

And one,a green thyme-honoured Bank

,

Where flowers are growing wild and rank 7Like weeds that fringe a po isoned tank .

All birds o f evil omen thereFlood with rich No tes the tainted air

,

Th e wit less wanderer to snare .

Th e fatal No tes neglected fal l,

No creature heeds th e treacherous call,

For all those goodly Strawn Baits Pall .

The wandering phantom broke and fled,

Straightway I sawwithin my headA vision o f a gho st ly bed,

Where lay two worn decrepit men,

Th e fict ions o f a lawyer’

s pen ,

Who never more m ight breathe again .

Th e serving—man o f Richard Ro eWept

,inart iculate with woe

Sh e wept , that waited on John D o e .

Oh rouse , I urged , th e wan ing senseWith tales o f tangled. evidence ,O f su it , demurrer

,and defence .

Vain,

sh e replied,

such mo ckeriesFor morbid fancies

,such as these

,

No su its can su it,no plea can please .

And bending o ’

er that man o f straw

Sh e cried in grief and sudden awe ,No t inappropriately ,

“Law

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Th e Palace of H umbug

Th e well - remembered vo ice h e knew,

He sm iled , he faintly muttered “Sue !

”

(Her very name was legal too .)

Th e n ight was fled,th e dawnwas nigh

A hurricane went raving byAnd swept th e Vision from mine eye .

Van ished that dim and ghost ly bed,(The hangings, tape ; the tape was red’Tis o

’

er,and D oe and Roe are dead 1

What t ime it shudderingly recallsThat horrid dream of marble halls 1

Oxford, 1 855

Warm and snug and fat ,But one woe , and th at

Was th e cat !

fog,

“

On our

-Wh en th e

Th e n

Bu t , alas !o ne day (SO th ey say )

Cam e th e dog and

cat , Hun t ingf o r a

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UPON THE LONELY MOOR

(An early versmn of th e Wh ite Knigh t’s Ballad

,from

The Train,1 856)

[IT is‘

always interesting to ascertain th e Sourcesfrom which our great poets obtain -ed their ideas thismo tive has dictated the publicat ion o f th e fo l lowing '

painfu l as its appearance must be to th e adm irers o f

Wordsworth and h is poem o f.“ Reso lution and

I met an aged,aged man

Upon th e lonely moor :

I knew I was a gen tleman,

And h e was but a boor.

So I sto pped and roughly questioned h im ,

Come,tell me how you live 1

”

But h is words impressed my ear no more

Than if it were a

]

sieve .

He said,I look for soap -bubbles

,

That lie among th e wheat,

And bake them in to mutton -ples,

And sell them in th e street .

I sell them un to men,

”h e said

,

“Who sail on stormy seas ;

And that ’s th e way I get my breadA trifle

,if you please .

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Upon th e Lo n e ly M o o r

But I was thinking o f a wayTo mu ltiply -by ten ,

And always, in th e an swer, get

Th e quest ion back again .

I did no t hear a word h e said,

But k icked that o ld man calm ,

And said,

“ Come,tell me h ow you

And pinched h im in th e arm .

His accen ts m ild took up th e taleHe said

,

“ I go my ways,And when I find a mountain - ri ll

,

I set it in a blaze .

And thence they make a stuff theyRowland ’s Macassar Oil

Bu t fourpen ce -halfpenny is allThey give me for my to il .

”

But I was thinking o f a planTo pamt one

’s gaiters green

,

So much th e co lour o f th e grassThat they cou ld ne

’er be seen .

I gave h is ear a sudden box,

And quest ioned h im again,

And tweaked h is grey and reverendAnd put h im in to pain .

He said,I hunt for haddo cks’ eyes

Among th e heatherbright ,And work them in to waistcoat -bu ttonsIn th e silent n ight .

And these I do no t se ll for go ld,

Or co in o f silver-m ine,

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Upo n th e Lone ly M o o r

Bu t for a copper- halfpenny ,

And that will purchase n ine .

I somet imes dig for buttered ro lls,

01 set limed tw1gs for crabs ;I somet imes search th e flowery kno llsFor whe els o f hansom cabs

And that ’s th e way”

(h e gave a wink)“ I get my living here ,

And very gladly will I drinkYour Honou

-r’

s health in beer.

I heard h im then,for I had just

Completed my designTo keep th e Menai bridge from rust

By bo iling it 111 wine .

I duly thanked'

h im,ere I went

,

For all h is stories queer,

Bu t chiefly for h is kind intentTo drink my health in beer.

And now if e’er by chance I put

My fingers in to glue ,Or madly squeeze a right -hand foo tInto a left -hand shoe ;

Or if a statemen t I averOf which I am no t sure

,

I think o f that strange wandererUpon th e lonely moor.

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FROM

ALICE’

S AD VENTURES IN

WONDERLAND

DEDICATION

ALL in the go lden afternoon

Fu l l leisurely we glide ;For both our oars, with litt le skill

,

By litt le arm s are plied ,While little hands make vain “pretenceO ur wanderings to gu ide .

Ah,crue l Three ! In such an hour

Beneath su ch dreamy weather,To beg a tale o f breath to o weakTo stir th e tiniest feather 1

Yet what “

can one poor vo ice availAgainst three tongu es together“

?

Imperi-ous Prima flashes forthHer edict to begin it

In gent ler tone Secunda hopesThere will be nonsense in it 1

While Tert ia interrupts th e taleNot more than once a m inu te .

D edicat ion

Anon ,to sudden silence won

,

In fancy they pursueTh e dream - child moving th rough g

alandO f wonders wild and new

,

In friendly chat with bird or beastAnd half be lieve it true.

And ever, as th e story drainedThe wells of fancy dry,

And faint ly strove that weary one

To put th e Subject byThe rest next t ime It is next t imeThe happy vo i ces cry.

Thus grew th e tale of WonderlandThus slowly, one by one ,

Its quamt events were hamm ered out

And now the tale is done ,And home we steer, a merry crew,

Beneath th e setting sun .

Alice a childish story take ,And with a gent le hand

Lay it where Childhood’

s dreams are twinedIn Memory

’

s myst ic' band,

Like pilgrim ’

s wither’

d wreath of flowersPluck

’

d in a far-off land .

HOW DOTH .

HOW doth the little crocodileImprove h is shining tail ,

And pourth e waters o f th e NileO n every go lden scale

How cheerfu lly h e seems to“grin

,

How neat ly spreads h is claws,And we lcomes little fishes in

gently sm iling 1

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URY sai d to a

I 11 take noden ia l ; We

must have ~a

trial Forreally t h is

morn ing I’

ve

Said th e

our, Such

de'

ar

’

Sir,

no juryor judge ,

would be

breath .

I’ll be

judge , I ’ll

o ld F'

u-ry

try th e

death.“

FATHER WILLIAM

YOU are o ld,Father William

,th e young man

said ,And your hair has becom e very white ;

And yet you incessantly stand on your headD o you think , at your age , it is right

In my youth , FatherWilliam replied to h isI feared it m ight injure th e brain ;

Bu t,now that I ’m perfectly sure I have none ,

Why, I do it again and again .

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You are old, said th e youth , and your jaws are

too weakFor. anything tougher than suet ;

Yet you finished the goose , with the bones and the

beakPray, how did you manage to do it ?

In my youth , said h is father,I took to th e

law,

And argued each case with my wife ;And th e muscu lar strength , which it gave to my

jaw,

Has lasted th e rest of my life .

You are o ld, said the youth , one wou ld hardly

supposeThat your eye was as steady as ever ;

Yet you balanced an eel on th e end of your nose

What made you so awfu lly clever ?

I have answered three questions, and that is

enough,

Said h is father ; don ’

t give yourself airsD o you think I can listen all day to such stuff ?

Be off , or I ’ ll kick you down stairs

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THE DUCHESS ’S LULLABY

SPEAK roughly to your little boy,And beat h im when h e sneezes

He on ly does 1t to annoy,

Because he knows it teases.

CHORUS.

Wow wow wow

I speak severely’

to my boy,

I beat h im when h e sneezes ;For h e can thoroughly

“

enjoyTh e pepper when h e pleases

CHORUS.

Wow wow wow

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THE MAD HATTER ’S SONG

TWINKLE,twinkle , little bat !

How I wonder.» what you’

re at

Up above the world you fly,Like '

a tea- tray in th e skyTwinkle , twinkle

THE MOCK TURTLE ’S SONG

WILL you walk a litt le faster ? said a whiting to a

snail .There ’s a porpo ise close behind u s, and he

’

s treadingon my tail .

See how eagerly th e lobsters and th e turt les all advanceThey are waiting on th e shingle—wi ll you come and

j o in th e dance PWill you ,

won ’

t you ,will you ,

won’

t you ,will you

j o in th e dance PWill you ,

won’

t you ,will you , won

’

t you ,won

’

t you

jo in th e dance ?64

Th e M o ck Turtle’

s Song

You can really have no no tion h ow de lightfu l itwill be ,When they take u s up and throw u s

,with th e lobsters

,

ou t to sea

Bu t th e snail replied TOO far, to o far and gave alook askance

Said be thanked th e whiting kindly, bu t h e wou ld not

j o in th e dance .

Wou ld no t,cou ld nOt

,wou ld not , cou ld not

, wouldnot j o in th e dance .

.

Wou ld no t,cou ld no t

, Wou ld not,cou ld not

,cou ld

no t jo in th e dance.

What matters it h owfar we go ?”

h i s scaly friendreplied .

There - is ano ther shore, you know,

upon th e o therside .

Th e further off from England t h e nearer is to FranceThen tu rn nOt pale

,be loved snail,bu t com e and jo in

th e d ance .

Will you ,won

’

t you ,will you ,

won t you , will youj o in th e dance ?Will you, won

’

t you ,will you ,

jo in dance

ALICE ’S RECITATION

’TIS th e vo ice of th e Lobster ; I heard h imdeclare ,“You have baked me too brown

,I must sugar my

hair.

”

As a duck with its eyelids, so h e with h is nose

Trims h is belt and h is bu ttons, and turns out h is toes.

When th e sands are all dry, h e is gay as a lark ,And will talk in contemptuous tones of th e SharkBu t

, when th e t ide rises and sharks are around ,His voice has a t im id and tremu lous sound .

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TURTLE SOUP

BEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green,

Waiting in a h ot tureen

Who for such dainties’

wou ld not stoopSoup o f th e even ing , beaut ifu l Soup 1Soup o f the evening,beaut ifu l Soup

Beau— ootifu l Soo—r—oopBeau— oo t ifu l Soo— Oop

Soo— oop o f th e e— e— evening,

Beautifu l,beautifu l Soup

Beautifu l Soup Wh o cares for fish ,

Game , or any o ther dish PWh o wou ld no t give all e lse for two pennyworth on ly of beaut ifu l Soup ?Pennyworth only of beau tifu l Soup ?

Beau— oo tifu l SOO— Oop

Beau— ootifu l Soo— oop

Soo— Oop of th e e— e— even ing ,Beau tifu l , beaut i— FUL SOUP

EVIDENCE READ AT THE TRIAL OF

THE KNAVE OF HEARTS

THEY to ld me you had been to h er,And ment ioned me to h im

Sh e gave me a good character,

Bu t said I cou ld not swim .

He sent them word I had not gone ,(We know it to be true)

I f sh e shou ld push th e matter on,

What wou ld become of you ?

I gave h er one , they gave h im two,

You gave u s three o r more ;

They all returned from h im to you ,

Though they were m ine before .

If I or sh e shou ld chance to beInvo lved in this affair

,

He trusts to you to set them free,

Exact ly as we were .

My not ion was that you h ad been(Before sh e had this fit )

An obstacle that came betweenHim

,and ourse lves, and it .

6-

9

For th is must ever be

Between yourself and me .

CHRISTMAS GREETINGS

FROM A FAIRY TO A CHILD

LADY dear, if Fairies may

For“

a moment lay asideCunning“

tricks and elfish play,’Tis at happy Christmas-

“

t ide .

We have heard th e children sayGent le children ,

whom we loveLong ago ,

on Christmas-D ay,

Came a message from above .

Still, as Christmas- t ide comes round

,

They remember it againEcho st ill th e joyfu l sound ,

Peace On earth , good-wil l to men .

Yet th e hearts must child- like beWhere su ch heaven ly guests abide ;Unto children

,1n the ir glee,

All the year is Christmas- t ide .

Thus, forgetting tricks and playFor a mOment

,Lady clear

,

We wou ld wish you ,if we may,

Merry Christmas,glad New Year

Christmas, 1867 .

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Puzzles from Wo nderland

What is most like a bee in M ay ?

Well,let me think : perhaps you say

Bravo ! You ’re guessing well to—day

Three Sisters at breakfast were feeding th e cat,

Th e first gave it so le— Puss was gratefu l for thatTh e next gave it salmon

— which Puss thought a

treat :

Th e third gave it herring— which Puss wou ldn ’t eat .

(Explain th e conduct o f th e cat .)

Said th e Moon to th e Sun ,

‘

I s th e daylight begun ?”

Said th e Sun to th e Moon,

“No t a m inu te too -

soon . .

You ’re a Fu ll Moon

, said h e .

Sh e replied with a frown,

Well I never did see

So uncivil a clown 1”

(Query . Why was th e moon so angry ?)

WHEN the King found that h is money was nearly all

gone,and that h e really must live more e conom ically ,

he decided on sending away most o f h is Wise M en .

Therewere some hundreds o f them— very fine oldmen,

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go ld buttons : if they had-

a fault,it was that they

always contradicted one ano ther when h e asked fortheir advice— and they certain ly ate and drankenormously . So

,on the who le

,h e was rather glad to

get rid o f them . But there was an old law,which h e

did no t dare to disobey ,which said that there must

always beSeven blind o f bo th eyes

Two blind o f one eye

Four that see with bo th eyes

Nine that see with one eye .

(Query . How many did h e keep ?)

SOLUTIONS To PUZZLES FROMWONDERLAND

In Shylo ck’

s bargain for th e flesh was foundNo mention o f the blood that flowed around :

So when the st ick was sawed In e ight,

Th e sawdust lost dim in ished from the weight .

As curly -headed Jemmy was sleeping in bedHis bro ther John gave h im a blow on the head ;James opened h is eyelids, and spy ing h is bro ther,Doubled h is fist , and gave him ano ther.

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So lu tions‘

to Puzzles from W onderland

This kind of box then is no t so rare ;

The lids are th e eyelids, th e lo cks are th e hair,And so every schoo lboy can tell to h is cost ,Th e key to th e tangles is constant ly lost .

’Twixt Perhaps and May be

Little difference we see :Let th e question go round

,

The answer is found .

That salmon and so le Puss should think very grandIs no such remarkable thing .

For more of these dainties Puss took up her stand ;But when th e third sister stretched out h er fair handPray why should Puss swallow h er ring ?

In these degenerate days, we oft hear said ,“Manners are lost and chivalry is dead 1

”

No wonder,smee In high exalted spheres

The same degeneracy ,in fact

,appears.

The Moon,in so cial matters interfering ,

Sco lded th e Sun,when early in appearing ;

And th e rude Sun ,h er gent le sex ignoring ,

Called h er a foo l , thus h er pretensions flooring .

“

Five seeing , and seven blindGive us twelve , in all

,we find ;

But all o f these,’

t .is very plaIn ,

“Come in to account. again .

For take no tice,it may be true ,

That tho se blind)

o f one eye are blind for two ;And consider con trar1w1se ,That to see with your eye you may have your eyes ;

So setting one against the o ther

And working th e sum, you will understand

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D edicat ion

Come , hearken then , ere v01ce o f dread,

With bitter t idings laden,

Shall summon to unwelcome bed

A melancho ly maidenWe are but o lder children

,dear,

Who fret“

to find our bedtime near.

Without , the frost , th e blinding snow,

Th e storm -W ind ’s moody madnessWithin ,

th e fireligh t’

s ruddy glowAnd Childho od ’s nest o f gladness.

Th e magic words shal l ho ld thee fastThou shalt not heed th e raving blast .

And though th e shadow Of a sighM ay tremble through th e story,

For happy summer days gone by,And van ish

’

d summer gloryIt shall no t tou ch w1th breath o f bale

pleasance o f our

JABBERWOCKY 1

’TWAS brillig, and th e slithy toves

D id gyre and gimble in th e, wabe ;All m 1m sy were th e borogoves,

And th e mome raths outgrabe .

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Jabberwo cky

Beware the Jabberwo ck , my son

The jaws that bite , th e claws thatBeware th e Jubjub bird , and shun

Th e f rum iou s Bandersnatch

He took h is vorpal sword in handLong tim e th e manxome foe h e sought

So rested h e by th e Tum tum tree,

And stood awhile in thought .

And as In uffish thought h e stood,

Th e Jabbee ck,with eyes o f fl ame ,

Cam e wh iffling through th e tu lgey wood ,And burbled as

- it came

One , two One,two And through and

throughThe vorpal blade went '

snicker- snackHe left it dead , and with its head

He went galumphing back .

And hast thou slain the JabberwockCome to my arms

,my beam ish boy

O frabjous day Callooh CallayHe chortled in h is joy.

’Twas brillig, and th e slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe

All m imsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe .

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THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER

THE sun was shin ing on th e sea,

Shin ing with all h lS m ightHe did h is very best to makeTh e billows sm oo th and bright

And this was odd,because it was

Th e m iddle of th e n ight .

Th e moon was shin ing su lkily,Because sh e thought th e sun

Had go t no business to be thereAfter th e day was doneI t

’

s very rude o f h im,

”

sh e saidTo com e and spo i l th e fun

Th e sea was wet as wet cou ld be ,

Th e sands were dry as dry.

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Th e Walrus and th e Carpen ter

You cou ld no t see a cloud,because

No cloud was in th e skyNo birds were flying overheadThere were no birds to fly.

Th e Walru s and the CarpenterWere walking close at hand

They wept l ike anything to see

Such quantit ies of sandIf this were on ly cleared away,They said

,it would be grand !

If seven maids with seven mopsSwept it for half a year,

D o you suppose , ” th e Walrus said,That they cou ld get 1t clear PI doubt it , ” said the Carpenter,And shed a bitter tear.

O Oysters, come and walk with usThe Walrus did beseech .

A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk ,Along the briny beachWe cannot do With more than four,To give a hand to each .

Th e e ldest Oyster looked at h im ,

But never a word h e saidThe e ldest Oyster winked h is eye ,And shook h is. heavy head

Mean ing to say he did no t chooseTo leave the oyster

-bed.

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Th e Walrus and th e Carpenter

But four young Oysters hurried up,Al l eager for th e treatThe ir coats were brushed , the ir faceswashed ,The ir shoes were clean and neat

And this was odd, because , you know,

They hadn’

t any feet .

Four o ther Oysters fo llowed them ,

And yet ano ther fourAnd thick and fast they came at last ,And m ore

,and more , and more

Al l hopping through th e frothy waves,And scrambling to the shore .

Th e Walru s and th e CarpenterWalked on a m i le or so ,

And then they rested on a rockConven iently low

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Th e Walrus and th e Carpen ter

Th e Carpenter said nothing bu tCu t us another slice

I wish you were not qu ite so deafI’

ve had to ask you twice

It seems a shame,the Walrus said

,

To play them su ch a trick,

After we ’ve brought them ou t so far,

And made them tro t so qu ickThe Carpenter

”

said no thing bu t“Th e butter’s spread too thick

I weep fo r you ,th e Wali‘us said

I deeply sympathize .

”

With sobs “

and tears h e sorted ou tThose o f th e largest size ,

Ho lding his po cket - handkerchiefBefore h is stream ing eyes. .

You ’ve had a pleasant run

And this was scarce ly Odd,because

They’d eaten every one .

HUMPTY DUMPTY ’S RECITATION

IN W inter“

,when the fie lds are white ,

I sing this song for your de light

In spring, when woods are getting green ,

I ’ ll try and te ll you what I mean .

In summ er, when the days are long,

Perhaps you’ l l understand th e song :

In autumn,when “

th e leaves are brown,

Take pen and ink , and sau te 1t down .

I sent a m essage to th e fishI to ld them This IS what I wish.

Th e litt le fishes o f th e sea,

They sent an answer back to me .

Th e litt le fishes’ answer wasWe canno t do it , Sir, becau se

I sent to them again to say

It will be better to obey.

Thefishes answered with a grin ,

Why, what a temper you ,are in

“

!

I to ld them once,I to ld them twice

They wou ld not listen to advice .

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But h e was very st iff and proudHe Said You needn ’

t shou t so loud

And he was very -proud and stiff

He said “ I ’d go and wake th em ,

“

1f

I to ok a corkscrew from th e she lfI went to wake them up myse lf.

I pu lled and pushed and kicked and knocked .

And when I found th e door was shu t,

turn th e handle , bu t

THE WHITE KNIGHTS BALLAD

I’

LL te ll thee everything I can ;There ’

s litt le to re late .

I saw an aged aged man,

A-Sitting on a gate .

Who are you ,aged man ? I said .

And h ow is it you live ?And h is answer trickled through myLike water through a sieve .

He said I look for butterfliesThat sleep among th e wheat

I make them into mutton - pies,And se ll them in th e street .

I se ll them unto men,

”

h e said,

Who sai l on stormy seas ;

And that ’s th e way I get my breadA trifle , if you please .

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Th e Wh ite Knigh t’

s Ballad

But I was thinking of a planTo dye one

’

s whiskers green,

And always use so large a fan

That they cou ld no t be seen .

So ,havingno reply to giveT0 what th e o ld man Said

,

I cried Com e,te ll me how you

And thumped h im on th e head .

His accents mild took up the taleHe said I go my ways,

And-when I find a mountain-rill,

I set it in a blaze ;And thence they make a stuff theyRowland ’s Macassar O il

Yet twopence- halfpenny is all

They give me for my to il .

Bu t I was thinking o f a wayTo feed onese lf on batter,

And so go on from day to dayGett ing a litt le fatter.

I shook h im we ll from side to side ,Until h is face was blueCome , tell me h ow you live , I criedAnd what it is you do

He said I hunt for haddocks’ eyesAmong the heather bright ,

And work them into waistcoat-buttonsIn the silent night .

And these I do not sell for go ldOr coin of silvery shine ,

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Th e Wh ite Knigh t’

s Ballad

Wh o seemed distracted with h is woe,

And muttered mumb-linglfy and low,

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THE RED QUEEN ’S LULLABY

HUSH-A-BY lady, in Alice’

s lapTill th e feast ’s ready, we

’ve time for a napWhen the feast ’s over, we

’ ll go to the ballRed Queen ,

and White Queen ,and Alice , and all

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WELCOME QUEEN ALICE

To th e Looking-Glass world it was Alice that saidI’

ve a sceptre In hand,I

’

ve a crown on my headLet th e Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be ,Come and dine with th e Red Queen ,

the White Queen ,

and me

Then fill up th e glasses as qu ick asyou can ,

And Sprinkle the table with buttons and branPut cats In t

-h e coffee , and m ice in th e teaAnd welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times- three

O Looking-Glass creatures, quoth Alice , drawnear

’Tis an honour to see me , a favour to hear’Tis a privilege high to have dinner and teaAlong with the Red Queen ,

the White Queen , and

me

Then fill up the glasses with treacle and ink,Or anything else that is pleasant to drink ;M ix sand with th e cider, and woo l with th e wineAnd we lcome Queen Alice with ninety-t imes-nine l

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(ACROSTIC)

A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky,

Lingering onward dream ilyIn an even lng o f Ju ly

Children three that nestle near,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Pleased a simple tale to hear

Long has paled that sunny skyEchoes fade and

'

memories die

Autumn frosts have slain Ju ly.

St il l sh e haunts me,phantomwise ,

Alice moving under skiesNever seen by waking eyes.

Children yet , th e tale to hear,Eager eye and Willing ear,

Lovingly shall nest le near.

In a Wonderland they lie ,D ream lng as th e days go by,Dream ing as th e summers die

Ever drift ing down th e streamLingering in th e go lden gleamLife

,what is it bu t a dream ?

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PROLOGUE

(For an amateur performance of two plays at the house of D r.

Edwin Hatch , Vice-

principal of St . Mary Hall, th e fath er of two ofth e author

’s girl-friends, the M isses Beatrice and Ethel Hatch )

Curtain rises and.

discovers the Speaker, who comes

forward, thinking aloud,

Ladies “

and Gentlemen seems st iff and co ld .

There ’s something personal in “Young and OldI’ll try

“Dear Friends ”

(addresses audience)Oh ! let me call you so .

Dear friends,loo k kindly on our litt le Show.

Contrast us not with gian ts in th e Art,

Nor say“You shou ld see So thern in

'

that partNor yet , unkindest cu t of all, in fact ,Condemn th e actors

,while you praise th e Act .

Having by com ing proved you find a charm in it ,Don ’

t go away ,and hint there may be harm in it .

M iss Crabb. My dearMiss Verju ice , can it really be ?You ’

re just in t ime,love

,for a cup of tea ;

And so, you wen t to see those people play .

M iss Verjuice. Well ! yes, M iss Crabb , and I may

truly say

You showed yourwisdom when you stayed away .

M iss C. Doubtless ! Theatricals in our qu iet town !I’ve always said ,

“Th e law shou ld put them down ,

”

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Pro logues to Plays

They mean no harm,th o

’ I begin to doubt itBut now sit down and tell me all about it .

M iss V. Well then,M iss Crabb

,I won ’

t deceiveyou ,

dear ;I heard some things I didn ’

t like to hearM iss C . But don ’

t om it them now.

M iss V. Well ! No ! I ’ll tryT0 tell you all th e painfu l history .

(They whisper alternately behind a small fan .)

M iss V. And then,my dear, M iss Asterisk , and h e

Pretended they were lovers 1 1M iss C . Graciousme ! 1

(M ore whispering behindfan . )

Speaker.

What Acting love And has that ne’

er beenseen

Save with a row of foo t lights placed between ?My gent le censors, let me roundly ask

,

D o none bu t actors everwear a mask ?Or have we reached at last that go lden age

That fin ds decept ion on ly on th e Stage ?Come

,let ’s confess all round before we budge ,

When all are guilty ,none should play th e Judge .

We’

re actors all,a mo t ley company ,

Some on th e Stage , and o thers— on th e SlyAnd guilt iest h e who paints so well h is phizHis brother actors scarce knowwhat h e is.

A truce to moralizing ; we inviteTh e goodly company we see to -n ightTo have th e litt le banquet we have go t ,Well dressed , we hope , and served up hot 69" hot.

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Pro logues to Plays

Loan of a Lover is th e leading dish,

Concluding with a dainty course o f fish ;“Whitebait at Greenwich ”

in th e best condition(By M r. Gladstone

’s very kind perm1ss1on) .

B efore th e courses Will be handed roundAn Entrée made o f Ch ildren

,n i cely browned .

Bell rings.

But hark ! Th e bell'

to _ summon me away ;They ’

re anxious to begin their litt le Play .

One word before I go —We’ll do our best

,

And crave your kind indulgen ce for the rest ;

Own that at least we’ve striven to succeed ,good intent ion for deed .

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B . (jumping and clapping her hands)“ I ’d say

‘HOW “

NICE

Bu t will it please th e rest ? ”

B . Oh yes ! Because , you know,they

’ll do their

You ’l l praise them,won

’t you,

when you’ve seen

Just say‘HOW NICE ! ’ before you go away 1

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He trembled when h e caught my eye ,

And got behind a chair.

How Came you here ,” I said , and why ?

I never saw a thing so shy.

Come out Don ’

t shiver there

He said I ’

d gladly te ll you how,

And also te ll you why ;But (h ere h e gave a little b ow)You ’

re in so bad a temper now,

You’

d think it all a lie .

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Th e Trystyng

And as to be ing in a fright ,Allow me to remark

That Ghosts have just as go od a

In every way, to fear th e lightAs M en to fear th e dark .

NO plea, said I , can we ll excuseSuch cowardice in you

For Ghosts can visit when they choose,

Whereas we Humans can ’

t refuse

To grant th e interview.

”

He said A flu tter o f alarmIs no t unnatural , is it ?

I really feared you m eant some harmBu t

,now I see that you are calm

,

Let m e exp lain my Visit .

Houses are classed,I beg to state ,

According to th e numberO f Ghosts that they accomm odate :(Th e

“

Tenant m ere ly counts as weight,

With Coals and o ther lumber) .

This 18 a one -ghost hou se,and you ,

When you arrived last summ er,

M ay have remarked a Spectre wh oWas do ing all that Ghosts can do

To we lcome th e new- comer.

In Villas this is always doneHowever cheaply ren ted '

For,though o f course there ’

s lessWhen there is on ly ro om for one

,

Ghosts have to be contented .

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Th e Trystyng

That Spectre left you on th e ThirdSince then you

’

ve n o t been hailntedFor

,as h e never sent u s word

,

’Twas qu ite by accident we heardThat any one was wanted .

A Spectre has first cho ice,by right

,

In filling up a vacancy ;Then Phantom ,

Goblin,Elf

,and Sprite

I f all these fail them ,they Invi te

“

Th e ni cest Ghou l that they can see .

Th e Spectres said th e place was low,

And that you kept bad wineSo

,as a Phantom h ad to go ,

And I Was first , o f c0urse , you know,

I cou ldn ’

t we ll decline .

”

No doubt,

said they sett led WhoWas fittest to be sent

Yet st ill to choose a brat like youTo haUnt a man of forty

- two,

Was no great compliment

I’

m not so young , Sir, h e replied,

As you m ight think . The fact is,

In caverns by th e water- Side,And o ther places that I ’

ve tried,

I ’

ve had a lo t o f practice

Bu t I have never taken yetA strict dom estic part

,

And in my flurry I forgetTh e Five Good Ru les o f Et iquetteWe have to know by heart .

”

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Th e Trystyng

My sympathies were warm ing fastTowards th e little fe llow

He was so u tterly aghastAt having found a M an at last ,

And looked so scared and ye llow.

At least , I said , I ’

m glad to findA Ghost is not a dumb thing

But pray sit down you’

11 fee l inclined

( If, like myself, you have no t dined)To take a snack o f something

Though , certain ly, you don’

t appearA thing to offerf ood to

And then I shall be glad to h ear

I f you will say them lou d and clearTh e .

Ru les that you allude to .

”

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Th e Trystyng

Thanks You shall hearthem by and bThis is a pi ece o f

“ luckWhat may I o ffer you said IWe ll

,Since you are so kind, I

’

11 try

Another drop o f gravy ?

Seen m th e dim and flickering light,

As h e proceeded to reci te

Behaviour.

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CANTO I I

flags Jfgve mules

First— but don ’

t suppose , h e

said ,I’

m sett ing you a riddleIS— if your Vict im be In bed,

D on’

t tou ch th e curtains at h is head ,But take them in th e m iddle ,

And wave them slowly in and out,

While drawing them asunder ;And 111 a m inu te

’

s t im e,no doubt ,

He 11 raise h is head and look aboutWith eyes of wrath and wonder.

And here you must on no pretenceMake th e first observation .

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“AND SWING YOURSELF FROM SIDE TO SIDE

Hys Fyve Ru les

And swing yourself from side to sideOne soon learns h ow to do it .

Th e Second te lls u s what is rightIn cerem on iou s calls :

F irst burn a blue or crimson ligh t

(A thing I qu ite forgo t to - night ) ,Then scratch the door or walls.

3 3 )

I said You ’ l l visit here no more ,

If you attempt the G uy .

I ’

11 have no bonfires on my floorAnd

,as for scratching at th e door,I ’

d like to “

see you try

Th e Third was written to pro tectTh e 1nterests o f th e Victim

,

And te lls u s,as I reco llect

,

To treat him with a grave respect,And no t to contradict him.

”

That ’

s plain,

said I,

as Tare and Tret,

To any comprehension :

I only wish some Ghosts .I We met

Wou ld not so constantly forgetTh e maxim that you mention

Perhaps, h e said, you first transgressed

Th e laws o f ho spitality :

All Ghosts inst inct ive ly detestThe M an that fails to treat h is guest

With proper cordiality .

If you address a Ghost as ThingO r strike h im with a hatchet

,

He is perm itted by th e King1 25

To drop all formal parleylngAnd then you

’

re sure to catch it

Th e Fourth prohibits trespassingWhere o ther Ghosts are quartered :

And tho se convicted o f th e thing(Un less when pardoned by th e King)

Must instant ly be slaughtered .

That simply means be cu t up smal lGhosts soon un ite anew j

Th e process -

scarce ly hurts at all

Not more than when you’

re what you cal lCu t up by a Review.

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CANTO I I I

Scarmoges

AND did you really walk,

said I,

On such a wretched n ight ?I always fancied

'

G ho sts cou ld flyIf not exactly in th e sky,

Yet at afairish height .1 28

Scarm oges

It’

s very we ll , said h e , for KingsTo soar above th e earth

But Phantom s o ften find that wingsLike many o ther pleasant things

Cost m ore than they are worth .

Spectres of course are rich,and so

Can buy them from th e E lvesBut we prefer to keep be lowThey

’

re stupid company, you know,

For any bu t themse lves

For, though they claim to be exemptFrom pride

,they treat a Phantom

As something qu ite beneath contemptJust as noTurkey ever dream t

O f not icing a Bantam .

”

They seem too proud said I, to go

To houses su ch as m inePray, h ow did they contrive to knowSo qu ickly that th e place was low

,

’

And that I kept bad wine

Inspector Kobo ld came to you

Th e litt le Ghost began .

Here I broke in Inspector wh o ?Inspecting Ghosts - is something new 1

Explain yourself, my man

His name is Kobo ld , said my guestOne o f th e Spectre order

You’11 very often see h im dressed

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Scarm oges

And just remember, if you please ,Th e next t im e you have toasted cheese ,

Don ’

t let them send it co ld .

You’

d find th e bread improved , I think ,By gett i ng better flour

And have you anything to drinkThat looks a little less like ink ,

And isn ’

t quite so sour

Then ,peering round with curious eyes,

He mu ttered Goodness graciousAnd so went o n to cr1t101ze

Your room’

s an inconven ient size :It

’

s ne ither snug nor spacious.

That narrow window, I expect,

Serves bu t to let th e dusk inBut please

,

”

said I , to reco llect’Twas fashioned by an architectWh o pinned h is faith on Ruskin ! ”

I don ’

t care who h e was, Sir, orO n whom h e pinned h is faith

Constru cted by whatever law,

So poor 3 job I never saw,

As I ’

m a l1v1ng Wraith

What a re-markable CIgar

How mu ch are they a dozen ?I growled No matter what they are

You’

re gett ing as fam iliarAs if you were my cousin

Scarmoges

Now that ’

s a thing I will not stand,And so I te ll you flat .

Aha,

”

said h e , we’

re getting grand(Taking a bottle in h is hand )

.

I ’

11 soon arrange for that l

And here h e took a carefu l a1m,

And gaily cried Here goesI tried t o dodge it as it came ,But somehow caught it

,all th e same

,

Exactly on my nose .

And I remember nothing more

That I can clearly fix,Till I was sitt ing on th e floor,Repeat ing Two and five are four

,

But five and two are six .

”

What really passed I never learned ,Nor guessed I on ly know

That,when at last my sense returned

,

The lamp , neglected , dim ly, burnedTh e fire was getting low

Through dr1vmg m ists I seem ed to see

A Thing that sm irked and smiledAnd found that h e was giving me

A lesson in B iography,As if I were a child .

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CANTO IV

“398 Mourgture

It’

s not in Nursery Rhymes And yet

I almost think it isThree litt le G ho steses were set

OH , when litt le GhostA m erry t 1me had we

Each seated on h is favourite post ,We chumped and chawed th e but

tered toast

They gave us for our tea.

That story is in print I cried .

Don ’

t say it’

s no t , becauseIt

’s known as we ll as Bradshaw’

s

Gu ide(The Ghost uneasily replied

He hardly thought it was. )

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Hys No uryture

I ’

11 take a pinch) —next caAnd then a Phantom (that

’

s

And last, a Leprechaun .

One day, som e Spectres chanced tDressed 1n th e u sual white

I stood and watched them in th e hAnd cou ldn ’

t make them ou t at all,

They seemed so strange a sigh

I wondered what on earth they“

That looked all head and sackBu t Mo ther to ld m e no t to stare

,

And then sh e twitched me by th e

And punched me ln the back .

Since then I ’

ve often wished thatHad been a Spectre born .

Bu t what "s th e use (He heaveThey are

”

th e ghost - nobility ,

And l ook on us with scorn .

My phantom- life was soon begunWhen I was bare ly six,

I went ou t with an o lder one

And ju st at first I thought it fun ,

And learned a lo t of tricks.

I ’

ve haunted dungeons, castles, tWherever I was sent

I ’

ve o ften sat and h owled for hoursDrenched to th e skin with driving

Upon a batt lement .

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Hys No uryture

It’

s qu ite o ld- fashioned now to groanWhen you begin to speak

This is th e newest thing in tone

And here (it chilled me to th e bone)He gave an awful squeak .

Perhaps, h e added , to your ear

That sounds an easy thingTry it yourse lf, my litt le dearI t took me som ething like a year,

With constant practising .

And when you’

ve learned to squeak , myAnd caught th e double s

'

ob,

You’

re pretty mu ch where you beganJust try and gibber if you can

That ’

s something like a job

I’

ve tried it,and can on ly say

I ’

m sure you cou ldn’

t do it , e

ven if you practised n ight and day,Un less you have a turn that way,

And natural ingenu ity.

Shakspeare I think it is who treatsOf Ghosts

,in days of O ld,

Wh o gibbered in th e Roman streets,’

D ressed,ifyou reco llect

,in sheets

They must have found it c’o ld .

I ’

ve often spent ten pounds on stuff ,

In dressing as a Double ;But

,though it answers as a puff ,

I t never has effect enoughTo make it worth th e trouble .

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Hys No uryture

L ong bills so on quenched th e litt le thirstI had for be ing funny .

Th e setting-up is always worstSu ch heaps o f things you want at first ,

One must be made of money

For instance , take a Haunted Tower,With sku ll , cross- bones, and sheet ;

Blue lights to bu rn (say) two an hour,Condensing lens o f extra power,

And set o f chains complete

What with th e things you have to hireTh e fitting on th e robe

And test ing all th e co loured fireTh e ou tfit o f itse lf wou ld t ire

Th e patience o f a Job

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CANTO V

JBgcketmcnt

DON’

T they consult th e Victims,

’

though ?I said . They shou ld

,by rights

,

Give them a chance— because , you know,

Th e tastes o f people differ so,

Especially in Sprites.

”

The Phantom shook h is head and sm iled .

Consu lt them No t a bit’Twou ld be a job to drive one wild

,

To sat isfy one single childThere ’

d be no end to it .1

O f course you can’

t leave children free,

Said I , to pick and chooseBrit , in th e case o f men like me ,

I think ‘ Mine “

Host’

m ight fairly beAllowed to state h is views.

”

He said It really wou ldn’

t payFo lk are So fu ll o f fan01es.

We VlSlt for a single day,And whether then we go , or stay,

Depends on cu cumstances

And, though we don ’

t consu lt M ine HostBefore th e thing ’

S arranged ,Still

,if h e o ften qu its h is post ,

O r is no t a we ll-mannered Ghost ,Then you can have ‘

h im changed .

Byckerm en t

Bu t if th e host ’

s a man like youI mean a man o f sense ;

And if th e house is no t too new

Why, what has that, sand I,

to do

With Gho st ’s convenience ?

A new hou se does no t su it, you know

I t’

s su ch a job to trim it

Bu t,after twenty years

'

or so,

Th e wainsco tlngs begin to go ,

So twen ty is th e lim it .

To trim was not a phrase I cou ldRemember having heard :

Perhaps, ” I said , you’

ll be so goodAs te ll m e what is understood

Exactly by that word

Byck erm en t

I t means th e loosening all th e doors,

Th e Ghost replied , and laughedIt means th e drilling ho les by scores

In all th e skirting-boards“

and floors,

To make a thorough draught .

You’

11 sometimes find that one or two

Are all you really needTo let th e wind c om e whistling throughBut here there ’

11 be a lo t to do .

I faint ly gasped Indeed

If I ’

d been rather later,I ’

ll

Be bound,

” I added,trying

(Most unsu ccessfu lly) to sm ile ,You

’

d have been bu sy all this while,“

Trimming and beautifying ?

Why, no ; said h e ; perhaps I shou ldHave Stayed ano ther m inu te

But st ill no Ghost , that ’

s any good ,Withou t an i ntrodu ction wou ld

Have ventured to begin it .

Th e proper thing, as you were late ,

Was certain ly to goBu t , with th e roads in su ch a state ,I got th e Knight-Mayor

’

s leave to waitFor

'

half an hour or so .

”

Wh o ’

s th e Kn ight-Mayor ? I cried . InsteadOf answering my question ,

We ll,if you don

’

t know that, h e said ,Either you never go to bed,O r you

’

ve a grand digestion142

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Byck erm en t

If they don’

t get an awfu l squeeze ,I ’

m very m u ch m istaken "

He is imm ense ly fat , and so

We ll su its the o ccupat i onIn po int o f fact , if you mu st know,

We u sed to call h im years ago ,

The M ayor and Corporation

Th e day h e was e lected Mayor

I know that every Spri te m eant

To vo te for me , bu t did not dareHe was so frant ic with despair

And furiou s with excitement .

When it was over,for a whim ,

He ran to tell th e King ;144

Byckerm ent

And being th e reverse o f slim ,

A two -m ile tro t was not for h im

A Very easy thing .

So ,to reward him for h is run

(As it was baking h o t ,And h e was over twenty stone) ,Th e King proceeded , half in fun ,

To knight h im on th e spo t . ”

( G ’Twas a great liberty to take( I fired up like a ro cket . )

He did it ju st)

for punn ing ’s sakeTh e man

,

’

says Johnson ,that wou ld make

A pun ,wou ld pick a po cket

A man, said h e , is not aKing .

I argued for '

a while,

And did my best to prove -th e thingTh e Phantom merely listen ing

With a contemptuous sm ile.

At last,when ,

breath and pat ience Spent,

I had recourse to smokingYour aim

,

”

h e said , is exce llentBu t— when you call it argument

O f course you’

re on ly joking

Stung by h is co ld and snaky x

eye ,

I roused myse lf at lengthTo say, At least I do defyThe veriest scept ic to deny

That union is strengthI 4S

Byckerm en t

That ’s true enough , said h e , yet stay

I listened in all meeknessUnion is strength , I

’

m bound to say ;

In fact , th e thing’

s as clear as day ;

But onions are a weakness.

”

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D yscom fyture

Rece ives a bu ffet in th e faceThat lands h im on h is back

And fee ls himself,like one in sleep ,

Glide swift ly down again,

A helpless we ight , from steep to steep,

Till,with a headlong giddy sweep ,He drops upon th e plain

So I , that had reso lved to bringConvict ion to a ghost ,

And found it qu ite a different thingFrom any human argu ing

,

Yet dared no t qu it my post .

But , keeping st ill th e end in viewTo which I hoped to come ,

I strove to prove th e matter true

By pu ttin g everything I knewInto an axiom

Commencing every single phraseWith "2

therefore or because ,I blindly ree led , a, hundred ways,Abou t th e syllogistic maze ,

Unconscious where I was.

Quoth h e That ’

s regu lar clap - trapDon ’

t blu ster any more .

Now do be co o l and take a napSuch a ridicu lou s o ld chapWas never seen before

You’

re like a man I used to meet,

Who go t one day so furious148

In argu ing, th e simple heat

Scorched bo th h is slippers o ff h is feet

I said That’

s very curious

We ll , it is curious, I agree ,And sounds perhaps l ike fibs

Bu t still it ’

s true astru e can be

As sure as your nam e’

s Tibbs,

said h e .

I said My name’

s not Tibbs.

D yscom fyture

Not Tibbs h e cried— h is tone became

A shade or two less h eartyWhy, no ,

”

said I . My proper name

Is Tibbets Tibbets P Aye , th e“ Why, then YOU

’

RE NOT THE PARTY

With that he struck th e board a blowThat shivered half th e glasses.

Why cou ldn’

t you have to ld m e so

Three quarters o f an hour ago ,

You prince o f all the asses ?

To walk four m i les through mud and rain ,

To spend th e n ight in sm oking,

And then to find that it ’

s in vainAnd I ’

ve to do it all againI t

’

s really too provoking I

Don ’

t talk h e cried,as I began

To mu tter some excu se .

Wh o can have pat ience with a man

That ’

s got no m ore discret ion thanAn idiotic goo se P

To keep me waiting here,instead

O f te lling me at onceThat this was not th e house h e said .

There, that "l l do— be o ff to bed

Don ’

t gape like dunce

It’

s very fine to throw th e blame

On me in such a fashionI 50

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D yscom fyture

And certain ly you’

ve given me

Th e best o f wine and victualExcuse my vio lence ,

”

said h e,

But accidents like this, you see ,

They pu t one out a litt le .

’Twas my fau lt after all,I find

Shake hands, o ld Turn ip - topTh e name was hardly to my m ind ,But

,as no doubt h e m eant

\'

it kind ,I let th e matter drop .

Good-night,o ld Turn ip - top,

good-mgh t !

When I am gone,perhaps

They’

ll send you some inferior Sprite,

Who ’ ll keep -

you in a constant frightAnd spoi l your soundest naps.

Te ll h im you’

11 stand no sort o f trick ;Then

,if h e leers and chu ckles,

You just . be handy with a st ick(M ind that it ’

s pretty hard and. thick)And rap h im on th e knu ckles

Then care lessly remark Old coonPerhaps you

’

re no t aware

That,if you don

’

t behave , you’ l l soon

Be chu ckling to ano ther tuneAnd so you

’

d best take care 11 52

D yscom fyture

That ’

s th e right way to cure a SpriteO f such - like go ings- on

But gracious me It’

s getting lightGood-n ight , o ld Turnip - top,

good-night !A nod, and h e was gone .

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CANTO VI I

Sao Souvenaunce

WHAT’

s this P I pondered . Have I slept ?O r can I have been drinking ?

Bu t so on a gentler fee ling creptUpon m e

,and I sat and wept

An hour or so,like winking.

No need for Bones to hurry so

I sobbed . In fact,I doubt

If it was worth h is while to goAnd wh o is Tibbs

,I ’d like to know

,

To make su ch work abou t ?1 54

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Sad So uvenaun ce

I prophesy there’

11 be a row

And Tibbs wi l l have th e best of it !

Then , as my tears cou ld never bringTh e friendly Phantom back ,

I t seemed to m e th e proper thingTo m ix ano ther glass , and sing

Th e fo l lowi ng Coronach .

And art thou gone , beloved Ghost

Best of FamiliarsNay then

, farewell, my duckling roast,

Farewell, farewell, my tea and toast

,

My meerschaum and cigars

The hues of life are dull and gray ,

The sweets of life insipid,When thou ,

my charmer, art awayO ld Brick , or rather

,let me say ,

O ld Parallelepiped .

Instead o f Slnglng Verse th e Third,

I ceased— abrupt ly, ratherBu t

,after su ch a Splendid word

I fe lt that it wo u ld be absurdTo try it any farther.

So with a yawn I went my wayTo seek th e we lcome downy,

And slept,and dream ed t ill break o f day

O f Po lterge ist and Fetch and Fay

And Leprechaun and Brown ie

Sad So uvena'

unce

For years I’

ve not been vi si tedBy any kind o f Sprite ;

Yet still they echo in my head ,Tho se parting wo rds, so kindly said

,

Old Turnip- top, good-n ight

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ECHOES

LADY Clara Vere de VereWas e ight years o ld, sh e sai d

Every ringlet , light ly Shaken , ran itse lf in go ldenthread .

She took h er litt le porringerO f me she shal l not Win renown

For th e baseness o f its“

nature shal l have strength todrag h er down .

Sisters and bro thers, litt le Maid PTher‘

e stands‘

th e Inspector at thy doorLike a dog, h e hunts for boys wh o know no t two and

two are four

Kind hearts are more than coronets,Sh e said , and wondering lookedI t is th e dead '

unhappy n ight,

I must hurryhome to tea.

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A Sea D irge

All leading children with wooden spades,

And this was by the Sea.

Who invented those spades o f wood PWh o was it cu t them out o f the tree P

None,I th ink

,bu t an idio t cou ld

O r one that loved th e Sea.

It is pleasant and dreamy,no doubt

, to floatV

With thoughts as boundless,and sou ls as free

Bu t,suppose you are very unwe ll m th e boat

,

How do you like th e Sea P

There is an insect that pe0p1e avo id(Whence is derived th e verb 5‘

to fleeWhere have you been by it m ost annoyed ?

In lodgings by th e Sea.

If you like your co ffee with sand for dregs,A decided hint o f salt

“

in you r tea,

And afishy taste in the very eggsBy all means cho ose th e Sea.

And if,with these daint ies to drink and eat

,

You prefer not a vestige of grass or tree ,And a chron ic state o f wet in your feet ,

Then— I recommend th e Sea.

For ] have friends wh o dwe ll by th e coastPleasant friends they are to m e

It is when I am with them I wonder most

That anyone likes the Sea.

They take me a walk though t ired and st iff ,To climb th e heights I madly agree

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A Sea D irge

And, after a tumble or so from the cliff,

They kindly suggest th e Sea

I try the rocks, and I think it coo lThat they laugh with su ch an excess of glee

,

As I heavily slip into every poo lThat skirts the co ld co ld Sea.

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HIAWATHA ’S PHOToGRAPHING

[In an age of im itat io I can laim n o special merit/for th attempt at (1 is

' known to be

so re y practise the sli

ou ld ose,for hours

the easy runn ing m etr Th Song of

Having, hen,distino that challenge no

attent ion in to m erelyverbal j ingle must beg th e candid reade t confineh is critici " 0 its treatment o f th e subject .

1]

FROM h is shou lder HiawathaTook th e camera o f rosewood

,

Made o f Sliding , fo lding rosewood ;Neatlypu t it all together.

In its case it lay compact ly,Fo lded in to nearly nothingBut h e opened out th e hinges,Pushed and pu lled the jo ints and hinges,Till it looked all squares and oblongs,Like a complicated figureIn the Second Book of Euclid .

1 I t m ay be no ted th at th is pro se in tro duct ion is also in th e

Hiawatha m etre .

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H iawatha’

s Pho tograph ing

This h e perched upon a tripodCrou ched beneath its dusky coverStretched h is hand

,enforcing silence

Said , Be motion less,I beg you

Myst ic , awfu l was th e process.

All th e fam ily in orderSat before h im for the ir picturesEach in turn

, a s h e Was taken ,

Vo lunteered h is own suggest ions,His ingen ious suggestions .

First th e Governor,th e Father

He suggested ve lvet curtainsLooped about a massy pillarAnd th e corner o f a table ,O f a rosewood din ing- table .

He wou ld ho ld a scro ll of something,

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Hiawatha’

s“Ph o tograph ing

Ho ld it firm ly in h is left hand ,

He wou ld keep h is right hand buried

(Like Napo leon ) in h is waistcoatHe wou ld contemplate the distance

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H iawath a’

s Ph o tograph ing

Modern Painters,

and some o thers)And perhaps h e had no t fu lly

Understood h is au thor’s mean ing ;But , whatever was t h e reason

,

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H iawatha’

s Ph o tograph ing

All was fru itless,as th e picture

Ended in an u tter failure .

Next to h im the e ldest daughterSh e suggested very litt le ,

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H iawath a’

s Pho tograph ing

On ly asked if h e wou ld take h erWith h er lo ok o f passive beautyHer idea o f passive beau ty

Was a squ int ing o f th e left - eye ,Was a dro oping o f th e right - eye ,Was a smi le that went up

”

SidewaysTo th e corner o f th e nostri ls .

Hiawatha,when sh e asked h im

,

Took no no t ice o f th e qu est ion ,

Looked as if h e hadn ’

t heard itBut

, when pomtedly appealed to ,Sm iled in h is pecu liar manner,

Coughed and said it didn ’

t matter,

Bit h is lip and changed th e subject .

Nor in this was h e m istaken ,

As th e picture fai led complete ly.

So in turn th e o ther sisters .

Last , th e youngest son was takenVery rough and thick h is hair was,Very round and red h is face was,Very dusty was h is jacket ,Very fidgety h is manner.

And h is overbearing sistersCalled h im names h e disapproved o fCalled h im Johnny, Daddy

’

s Darling ,Cal led h im Jacky, Scrubby Schoo l-boyAnd

,so awfu l was th e picture ,

In comparison th e o thersSeemed

,to one

’

s bewi ldered fancy,To have part ial ly su cceeded .

Finally my HiawathaTumbled all th e tribe together,

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H iawatha’

s Ph o tograph ing

Each came ou t a perfect likeness .

Th en they jo ined and all abuse-d it,

Unrestrainedly abused it,

As th e worst and ugliest pictureThey cou ld possibly have dreamed o f .

Giving one su ch strange expressionsSu l len

,stupid

,pert expressions .

Really any one wou ld take us

(Any one that did no t know us)Fer th e most unpleasant people(Hiawatha seemed to think so

,

Seemed to think it no t Un like ly) .All together rang the ir vo ices

,

Angry,loud

,discordant vo i ces

,

AS o f dogs that howl in concert ,As o f cats that wai l in chorus .

Bu t my Hiawatha’

s patience,

His po liteness and/

h is patience,

Unaccountably had van ished ,And h e left that happy party .

Ne ither did h e leave them slowly,With th e calm de liberat ion ,

Th e intense de liberat ionO f aphotographic artistBut h e left them in a hurry,Left

'

th em in a mighty hurry,Stating that h e wou ld not stand it

,

Stating in emphat ic languageWhat h e ’

d be before he ’

d stand it .

Hurriedly h e packed h is boxesHurriedly the porter trundledOn a barrow all h is boxes

H iawatha’

s Ph o tograph ing

Hurriedly h e took h is t icketHurriedly th e train rece ived h imThus departed Hiawatha.

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MELANCHOLETTA

WITH saddest music all day longSh e soothed h er secret sorrow

At n ight sh e sighed I fear ’

twas wrongSuch cheerfu l words to borrow.

Dearest , a sweeter, sadder songI ’ll sing to thee to -morrow.

”

I thanked h er, but I cou ld no t sayThat I was glad to h ear it

I left th e house at break of day,And did n ot venture near it

Til] t ime,I hoped

,had worn away

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M elanch o le t ta

I took my sister t ’o ther day(Excuse th e slang expression )

To Sadler’s We lls to see th e playIn hopes th e new impression

Might in h er thoughts,from grave

Effect some slight digression .

I asked three gay young dogs from town

To jo in u s in our fo lly,Whose m irth , I thought , m ight serve to drown

_My Sister’s melancho ly

Th e lively Jones, the Sport ive Brown,

And Robinson th e jo lly.

Th e maid announced th e meal in tonesThat I myse lf had taught h er,

Meant to allay my S ister’

s moans

Like o il on troubled waterI rushed to Jones, the live ly Jones,

- And begged h im to escort h er.

Vain ly h e strove , with ready wit ,To joke abou t th e weather

To venti late th e last on dit

To quo te th e price o f leatherShe groaned Here I and SorrowLet us lament together

I urged You ’

re wasting t ime, you know

De lay will spo i l th e ven ison .

My heart is wasted with my woeThere is no rest— in Ven ice , on

The Bridge o f Sighs sh e quoted lowFrom Byron and from Tennyson .

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M elanch o le tta

I need not tel l of soup and fish

In so lemn Silence swallowed ,Th e sobs that ushered in each dish

,

And its departure fo llowed,Nor yet my su icidal wishTo be th e cheese I h o llowed .

Some desperate attempts were madeTo start a conversation ;Madam

,

”

th e Sport ive Brown essayed ,Which kind o f recreation ,

Hunting or fishing , have you madeYour special occupation P

Her lips curved'

downwards instantly,As if o f india- rubber.

Hounds in full cry I like , said sh e(Oh , h ow I longed to snub h erO f fish

,a whale ’

s th e one for m e,

I t is so full of blubber l

The n ight ’s performance was King John .

It’

s du ll,

”

sh e wept,

and so - so

Awhile I let h er tears flow on,

Sh e said they soo th ed h er woe soAt length th e cu rtain “

rose uponBombastes Furioso .

”

In vain we roared in vain we triedTo rouse h er into laughter

Her pensive glances wandered wideFrom orchestra to rafter

Tier upon tier 1 sh e said,and sighed

And Silence fo llowed after.

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A VALENTINE

[Sent to a friend wh o had complained that I wasglad enough to see

_

h im when h e cam e,bu t didn ’

t

seem to m i ss h im if h e stayed away ]

AND cannot pleasures, while they last ,Be actual un less

,when past

,

They leave us shuddering andaghast,

With angu ish smart ing .P

And canno t friends be firm and fast,

And yet bear parting .P

And must . I then at Friendship ’

s ; call ,Calm ly resign th e litt le all

(Trifling, I grant , it is and small)I have o f gladness ,

And lend my be ing to th e thral lO f gloom and sadness P

And think you that I shou ld be dumb ,And fu l l dolorum omnium,

Excepting when you choose to come

And Share my d1nner PAt o ther t im es be sour and glum

And dai ly thinner P1 78

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THE THREE VOICES

( the f irst voice

HE tril led a caro l fresh and free,

He laughed alou d for very gleeThere came a breeze from o ff th e sea

I t passed athwart th e gloom ing flatIt fanned h is forehead as h e sat

It light ly bore away h is. hat ,

All to th e feet of one wh o stoodLike maid enchanted in a wood ,Frown ing as darkly as Sh e cou ld .

With huge umbre lla, lank and brown ,

Unerringly sh e pinned it down ,

Right through th e centre of the crown .

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Th e Th ree Vo i ces

Then,with an aspect co ld and grim

,

Regardless o f its battered rim,

Sh e to ok it up and gave it h im .

A while like one in dreams h e stood,

Then faltered forth h is grat l tudeIn words just short o f being ru de

For it had lost its shape and shine ,And it had cost h im fou r- and- n ine

,

And h e was go ing ou t to dine .

To dine she sneered in acid tone,

To bend thy being to a boneClothed in a radiance no t its own

Th e tear- drop trickled to h is chinThere was a m eanmg i n h er grinThat made h im fee l on fire with in .

“Term it no t radiance,

’

said h e’

Tis so lid nutrimen t t o m e .

D inner is D inner Tea is Tea”

And sh e,Yea so P Yet wh ere fore cease P

Let thy scant knowledge find increaseSav M en are M en

,and Geese are Geese .

’ 3 )

He m oaned h e knew no t what to say .

Th e thought That I cou ld '

get awayStrove with th e thought Bu t

“I mu st stay .

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Th e Th ree Vo ices

To dine sh e shrieked in dragon -wrath .

To swallow wines all foamand frothTo s1mpe

—r at a table a cloth

Say, can thy noble spirit st00pTo j o in th e gormandising troopWho find a solace i n the soup P

Canst thou desire or pie or puff PThy we ll-bred manners were enough

,

Withou t su ch gross material stu ff

Yet we l l-bred men ,h e faint ly said,

Are no t unwillmg to be fed

Nor are they we ll withou t th e bread .

Her visage scorched h im ere sh e spokeThere are

,

”

sh e said,akind o f fo lk

Wh o have no horror o f a jo ke .

Such wretches live they take the ir shareO f common earth and common air

We come across “

them here and there

We grant them —there is no escapeA sort o f sem i - human shapeSuggestive o f th e man - like Ape .

In all su ch theories, said he,

O ne fixed except ion there must be .

That is,the Present Company.

”

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“TH IS IS HARD ER THAN B

'

EZ IQUE !

Th e Th ree Vo ices

He fe lt it was h is turn to speak ,And, with a shamed and crimson cheek

,

Moaned This is harder than Bezique

But when sh e asked h im Wherefore so PHe fe lt h is very whiskers glow,

And frankly owned I do not know.

While , like'

broad waves o f go lden grain,

O r sun lit hues on Clo istered pane ,His co lour came and went again .

Pitying h is obvious distress,

Yet with a t inge of bitterness,

She said The More exceeds the Less.

A truth o f SuCh undoubted weight ,He urged

,and so extreme in date ,

I t were superfluous to state .

”

Roused into sudden passion, she

In tone o f co ld malign ityTo others, yea bu t not to thee .

But when she saw h im quai l and quakeAnd when h e urged For pity

’

s sakeOnce more in gent le tones sh e spake .

Thought in th e m ind doth sti ll abideThat is by Inte llect supplied ,And within that Idea doth hide

And h e , that yearns the truth to knowSti l l further 1nwardly may go ,

And find. Idea from Notion flow1 85

Th e Th ree Vo ices

And thus th e chain ,that sages sought

,

Is to a gloriou s circle wrought,

For Notion hath its source in Thought .

”

So passed they on with even paceYet gradually one m ight traceA shadow growing on h is

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Th e Second Vo ice

She waited not for h is reply,Bu t with a downward leaden eye

Went on as if h e were no t by

Sound argument and grave defence,

Strange questions raised on Why P and

Whence - P

And wildly tangled evidence .

When h e,with racked and wh irling brain,

Feebly implored h er to explain,

She simply said it all again .

Wrenched wit-h an agony intense ,He spake

,neglect ing Sound and Sense ,

And care less o f all consequenceMind -I be lieve— is Essence— EntAbstract— that is— an AccidentWhich we— that is to say

— I meant

When , with qu ick breath and cheeks all flushed,

At length h is speech was somewhat hushed,

Sh e looked at h im ,and h e was crushed .

It needed no t h er calm reply :

She fixed h im with a stony eye ,

And h e cou ld ne ither fight nor fly.

While sh e dissected , word by word ,His speech , half guessed at and half heard ,As might a cat a litt le bird .

Then ,having who lly overthrown

His views,and stripped them to the bone

,

Proceeded to unfo ld h er own .

Shall Man be Man P AndP

Shall h e missO f other thoughts no thought bu t this,Harmonious dews o f sober bliss P

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Th e Second Vo ice

What boo ts it P Shal l h is fevered eye

Through towering no thingness descryTh e grisly phantom hurry by

'

P

And hear dumb shrieks that fill th e air

See m ou ths that gape , and eyes that stareAnd redden in th e dusky glare P

The meadows breathing amber light ,The darkness toppling from th e he ight

,

Th e feathery train o f“gran ite Night P

Shal l h e , grown gray am ong h is peers,

Through th e thick curtain o f h is tears

Catch glimpses of h is earlier years,

And hear th e sounds he knew o f yore ,

O ld shufflings on t he sanded floor,Old knu ckles tapping at -

the door P

Yet st i l l before h im as h e fliesO ne pallid form shal l ever rise

,

And, bodying. forth in glassy eyes

Th e vision o f a van ished good ,Low peering through th e tangled woo d

,

Shal l freeze th e current o f h is blo od .

”

St i ll from each fact,with skill uncouth

And savage rapture,like a tooth

Sh e wrenched som e slow re luctant truth .

Till , like a si lent water-mi ll ,When summer suns have dried th e rill ,She reached afu ll stop , and was Still .

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Th e Seco nd Vo ice

Oysters were no t m o re mu te than they,

For all the ir brains were pumped away,And they had no thing m ore to say

Save one,wh o groaned Three hours are gone

Wh o shrieked We’l l wait no longer

,John

Te ll them to set th e dinner on

Th e vision passed th e ghosts were fledHe saw on ce m ore that woman dreadHe heard on ce m ore th e words sh e said .

He left h er,and h e tu rned aside

He sat and watched th e com ing t ideAcross th e shores so newly dried .

He wondered at th e waters clear,

Th e breeze that whispered in h is ear,Th e billows h eavmg far and near,

And why h e had so long preferredTo hang upon h er every wordIn truth ,

”

h e said, it was absurd .

t he Elmo voice

NoT long this transpo rt he ld its placeWithin a litt le mom en t

’

s spaceQu ick tears were rain ing down h is face .

His heart stood still , aghast with fear ;A wordless vo ice , nor far nor near

,

He seemed to hear and no t to hear.

Tears kindle not th e doubtfu l spark .

I f so ,why not P O f this remark

Th e bearings are profoundly dark .

“

Her speech , h e said , hath caused this pain .

Easier I count it to explainTh e jargono f the howling main

,

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Th e Th ird Vo ice

O r, stretched beside some babbling brook

,

To con ,with inexpressive look

,

An unintelligible book

Low spake the vo ice within h is head ,In words imagined m ore than said ,Soundless as ghost ’s intended tread

If thou art du ller than before ,Why qu ittedst thou th e vo ice o f lore PWhy no t endure , expect ing more P

Rather than that , ” h e groaned aghast ,I ’d writhe in depths o f cavern vast ,Some loathly vampire

’

s rich repast .

”

’Twere hard , it answered , themes immense

To Coop within th e narrow fenceThat rings thy scan t inte lligence .

Not so ,

“

h e urged , nor once aloneBut there was something in h er toneThat chilled me to th e very bone .

Her style was anything bu t clear,And mo st unpleasant ly severeHer epithets were very queer.

And yet , so grand were her replies,I cou ld not choose bu t deem herwise ;I did no t dare to cri t i ci se ;

Nor did I leave h er, t i l l sh e wentSo deep in tangled argument

That all my powers o f thought were spent .

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A SCARED DULLARD ,G IBBERING LOW

Th e Th ird Vo ice

'What P Ever thus, in d ismal round,

Shal l Pain and Mystery pro foundPursue me like a sleepless hound ,

With crimson - dashed and eager jaws,M e , still in ignorance o f th e cause ,Unknowing what I broke o f laws

The whisper to h is ear did seem

Like echo ed flow o f silent stream ,

O r shadow o f forgo tten dream ,

Th e whisper trembling in the windHer fate with thine was intertwined ,

So spake it in h is inner m ind

Each orbed on each a balefu l starEach proved the o ther’s blight and barEach unto each were '

best , most far

Yea, each to each was worse than foeThou ,

‘

a scared du llard,gibbering low,

AND SHE, AN AVALANCHE or

TEMA CON VARIAZIONI

[WHY is it that Poetry has never yet been subjectedto that process of D ilu tion which has proved so ad

vantageous to h er sister-art Music ? The D ilutergives us first a few notes o f some wellz-known Air,then a dozen bars o f h is own

,then a few more notes

of the Air, and so On alternate ly : thus saving th e

listener, if not from all risk o f recognising the melodyat all, at least from th e too - exciting transports whichit m ight produ ce in a more concentrated form . Th e

pro cess is termed setting by'

Composers, and anyone , that has ever experienced th e emotion o f be ingunexpectedly set down in a heap o f m ortar, will recogn ise the truthfu lness of this happy phrase .

For tru ly, just as th e genu ine Epicure l ingerslovingly over a m‘

orse l o f supreme Venison—whoseevery fibre seems to murmur Excelsior -

yet

swallows, ere returning to th e toothsome dainty, greatmouthfu ls of oatmeal-porridge and winkles and justas the perfect Conno isseur in Claret perm its himse lfbut one delicate sip, and then tosses off a pint or

more of boarding- schoo l beer : so also

I NEVER loved a dear Gaze lleNor any thing that cost me much

H igh prices profi t those who sell,

But why should I be fond of such1 98

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A GAME OF FIVES

FIVE little girls, o f Five , Four,Three , Two ,One

Ro lling on th e hearthrug , fu l l o f tricks and fun .

Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to SixSitting down to lessons— no more t ime for tricks.

Five growing girls, from Fifteen to ElevenMusic

,Drawing , Languages, and fo od enough for

seven

Five W insome girls, from Twenty to SixteenEach young man that calls

,I say Now te ll me which

you mean

Five dashing girls, th e youngest Twenty- one

Bu t,if nobody propo ses, what is there to be done P

Five showy girls— but Thirty is an age

When girls may be engaging, but they somehow don t

Five dressy girls, o f Thirty- one or more

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So gracious to the shy young men they snubbed so

much beforeas 41

Five passe’ girls—Their age P We ll , never m ind

We jog along together, like the rest o f human kindBut th e quondam care less bache lor begins to

think he knowsThe answer to that ancient problem how th e money

goes”

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POETA FIT,NON NASCITUR

How shal l I be a poet PHow shall I write in rhyme

You to ld m e once th e verywishParto ok o f th e sublime .

’

Then te ll m e h ow Don ’

t pu t me

With your ano ther t ime l

Th e o ld man sm iled to see h im ,

To hear h is sudden sally ;He liked th e lad to speak h is m indEnthusiastically

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Po eta Fit,No n Nascitur

Pent in a Wheaten cell PWhy, yes,

”

th e o ld man said that phrasewou ld answer very we ll .

Then fourthly, there are epithetsThat su it with any word

As we ll as Harvey’

s Reading Sau ceWith fish , or flesh , or bird

Of these , wild,

’ lone ly,’

weary,’

strange , ’

Are much to be preferred .

”

And will it do,Own it do

To take them in a lumpAs th e wild man wen t -h is weary wayTo a strange and lone ly pump P

Nay, nay You must no t hasti lyTO su ch conclusi ons jump .

Su ch epithets, like pepper,Give zest to what youwrite

And, if you strew them spare ly,They whet th e appet ite

Bu t if you lay them on too thick ,You spo il th e matter qu ite

Last , as to th e arrangement

Your reader, you shou ld showMust t ake what informat ion h eCan get , and look for no im

‘

mature disclo sure o f th e driftAnd purpose o f your poem .

Therefore , to test h is patienceHow mu ch he can endure

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Po eta Fit,Non Nascitur

Mention no places,names, or dates,

And evermore be sure

Throughou t th e po em to be foundConsistent ly obscure .

First fix upon the lim itTo which it shal l extendThen fill it up with Padding(Beg some o f any friend)

Your great SENSATION- STANZA

You place towards th e end.

And what is a Sensat ion ,

Grandfather, te l l m e , pray PI think I never heard th e wordSo u sed before to - day

Be kind enough to m ent ion one

Exempli gratza .

And the o ld man , looking sadlyAcross th e garden - lawn ,

Where here and there a dew- dropYet glittered in th e dawn ,

Said G o to the Ade lphi ,And see the Co lleen Bawn .

’

Th e word is due to Bou cicau ltThe theory is h is,Where Life becom es a Spasm ,

And History a WhizIf that is not Sensat ion ,

I don ’

t know what it is.

Now try your hand , ere FancyHave lost its present glow

Po eta Fit , No n Nascitur

And then ,h is grandson added ,

We’ll publish it , you know

Green cloth— go ld—lettered at th e backIn duodecimo

Then proudly sm iled that old man

To see th e eager ladRush madly for h is pen and ink

And for h is blotting-padBu t

,when h e thought o f publishing,

His face grew stern and sad.

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Size and Tears

Ah me I see h im on th e cliffFarewell , farewell to hope ,

If h e shou ld lo ok this way , and if

He’

s go t h is te lescopeTo whatsoever place I flee ,My odious rival fo llows me

For every night,and everywhere ,

I meet h im ou t at dinnerAnd when I ’ve found som e charm ing fair,And vowed to die or win

“

her,

Th e wretch (h e’

s thin and I am stout)Issure to come and cut me out

Th e girls (just like them all agree'

To praise J . Jones, Esqu ireI ask them what on earth they see

About h im to adm ire PThey cry He is so sleek and slim ,

It’

s qu ite a treat to look at h im I

They vanish in tobacco smoke ,Those Vi sionary maids

I fee l a Sharp and sudden pokeBetween the shoulder-bladesWhy, Brown ,

my boy You ’

re growing stout( I told you he wou ld find me out I)

My growth is not your busmess, Sir

No more it is, my boy I

Bu t if it’

s yours, as I infer,Why, Brown ,

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Size and Tears

A man ,who se business pro spers so

,

I s ju st the sort o f man to know

It’

s hardly safe , though , talking hereI ’d best get ou t o f reach

For such a we ight as yours, I fear,Must shortly sink th e beach

Insu lt me thus becau se I ’m stou t

Ii

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ATALANTA IN CAMDEN-TOWN

AY,

’

twas here , on this spot ,In that summer of yore ,

Atalanta did no t

Vote my presence a bore ,Nor reply to my tenderest talk Sh e

heard all that nonsense before .

”

She ’d th e broo ch I had boughtAnd th e necklace and sash on

,

And h er heart , as I thought ,Was alive to my passion

And she ’d done up h er hair in th e style thatthe Empress had brought into fashion .

I had been to th e playWith my pearl o f a Peri

But,for all I cou ld say,

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THE LANG COORTIN’

THE ladye she stood at her lattice high ,Wi ’ h er doggie at her feet

Thorough th e latt ice Sh e can spyTh e passers in the stree t ,

There ’

s one that standeth at the door,

And tirleth at the pin

Now speak and sav,my popinjay,

If I sall let h im in .

”

Then up and spake the popi njayThat flew abune h er headG ae let h im in that tirls th e pinHe cometh thee to wed.

O when he cam’

the parlour in ,

A woefu l man was'he

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Th e Lang Coort in’

And dinna ye ken your lover agen ,

Sae well that loveth thee P

And h owwad I ken ye loved me , Sir,That have been sae lang away P

And howwad I ken ye loved me Sir PYe never telled me

'

sae

Said Ladye dear, and the salt , salt tearCam

’

rinnin’ doon h i s cheek ,

I have sent th e tokens o f my loveThis many and many a week .

O didna ye get th e rings,Ladye ,

Th e rings 0 ’

th e gowd sae fine PI wot that I have sent to theeFour score

,four score and nine .

They cam’

to me , said that fair ladye .

Wow,they were flimsie things

Said that chain -0’ gowd , my doggie to h owd ,

It is made 0’

thae self- same rings.

”

And didna ye get the locks, th e locks,Th e locks 0

"my ain black hair,

Whilk I sent by post , Whilk I sent by box,

Whilk I sent by th e carrier P

They cam’

to me , said that fair ladye ;And I prithee send nae mair .

Said that cushion sae red,for my doggie

’shead ,I t i s stuffed wi ’ thae locks 0 ’ hair.

”

And didna ye get the letter, Ladye ,Tied wi ’ a silken string ,

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Th e Lang Coortin’

For five lang years, and five lang years,I have dwe lt in th e far countrie,

Till that thy m ind sh ould be inclinedMair tenderly to me .

Now thirty years are gane and past,

I am come frae a foreign landI am come to te l l thee my love at lastO Ladye , gie me thy hand

The ladye she turned not pale nor red,

But sh e sm iled a pit ifu l sm ileSic ’ a coort in

’

as yours, my man,

she said ,Takes a lang and a weary while

And out and laughed the popinjay,A laugh of bitter scornA coortin

’ done in sic’

a way,It ought not to be borne

Wi ’ that the doggie barked aloud ,And up and doon he ran ,

And t ugged and strained h is chain 0’ gowd

,

All for to bite th e man .

O hush thee , gentle popinjay lO hush thee , doggie dear

There is a word I fain wad sayI t needeth he shou ld hear

Aye louder screamed that ladye fairTo drown h er doggie ’

s barkEver the lover shou ted mairTo make that ladye hark

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AND OUT AND LAUGHED THE POPINJAY

Th e Lang Co ortin’

Shrill and more shrill th e popinjay”Upraised h is angry squallI trow th e doggie ’s vo ice that dayWas louder than them all

The serving-men and serving-maidsSat by th e kitchen fire

They heard sic’

a din th e parlour W i thinAs made them mu ch adm ire .

O ut spake th e.

boy in bu ttons( I ween h e wasna thin ) ,Now wha will tae th e parlour gae ,And stay this deadlie din P

And they have taen a kerchief,Casted the ir ‘kevils in ,

For wha wi ll tae th e parlour gae ,And stay that deadlie din .

When on that boy th e kevil fe l lTo stay th e fearsome no ise ,G ae in

,they cried , whate ’er bet ide ,

Thou prince of button -boys

Syne , h e has taen a supple caneTo swinge that dog sae fat

Th e doggie yowled , th e doggie howledTh e louder aye for that .

Syne , h e has taen a mu tton - baneTh e doggie ceased h is no ise ,

And fo llowed do on th e kitchen stairThat prince o f bu tton - boys

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Th e Lang Co ortin’

Then sadly spake that ladye fair,Wi ’ a frown upon h er browO dearer to me is my sma

’ doggieThan a dozen sic

’

as thou

Nae use , nae u se for sighs and tearsNae use at all to fret

Sin’

ye’ve bided sae we ll for thirty years,

Ye may bide a wee langer yet

Sadly, sadly h e crossed th e floorAnd tirled at th e pin

Sadly went h e through the doorWhere sadly h e cam

’

in .

Th e Lang Co ortin’

O gin' I had a popinjay

To fly abune my head ,To te l l m e what I ought to say,

I h ad by this been wed .

O gin I find an ither ladye ,He said wi ’ sigh s and tears ,I wo t my co ortin

’

sall no t beAn ither thirtv years

For gin I find a ladye gay ,

Exact ly to my taste ,I ’ ll pop th e quest ion ,

aye o r nay,In twent ears at

'maist .”

FOUR RIDDLES

[These consist o f two Double Acrostics and two

Charades.

No . I . was wri tten at th e request o f some youngfriends, wh o had gone to a bal l at an Oxford Commemoration— and also as a specimen o f what m ightbe done by making th e

'

D ouble Acrostic a connected

poem instead o f what it has hitherto been ,a string o f

disjo inted stanzas,on every conce ivable subject , and

abou t as interest ing to read straight through as a pageo f a Cyclopaedia. Th e first two stanzas describe th etwo main words, and each subsequen t stanza one of

th e cross“ l ights.

”

No . I I . was written after see ing M iss Ellen Terryperform in th e play o f Ham let . In this case thefirst stanza describes th e two main words.

No . I I I . was written after seeing M iss Marion Terryperform in M r. Gilbert ’s play o f Pygmalion and

Galatea. Th e three stanzas respect ive ly describeMy First ,

”

My Second ,”

and My

THERE was an ancient City, stricken downWith a strange frenzy, and for many a day

They paced from mom to eve th e crowded town ,

And danced th e night away.

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Fo ur Riddles

And every one mu st reach th e po int at lengthO f abso lu te prostration .

At such a moment ladies learn to give ,To partners wh o wou ld urge them overmuch

,

A flat and yet decided negativePhotographers love such .

There comes a we lcom e summons -h0pe revives,And fading eyes grow bright , and pu lses qu ickenIncessant pop th e corks, and busy kn ives

D ispense th e tongue and chicken .

Flushed with new life , th e crowd flows back againAnd all is tangled talk and mazy mo t ion

Much like a waving fie ld o f go lden grain,

O r a tempestuou s o cean .

And thus they give th e t ime ,“

that Nature meant

For peacefu l sleep and meditative snores,

To ceaseless din and m indless merrim ent

And waste of sho es and floors .

And One (we name h im not) that flies the flowers,That dreads the dances, and that shuns th e salads,They doom to pass in solitude th e hours,

Writing acrostic-ballads.

How late it grows Th e hour is sure ly pastThat shou ld have warned u s with its double knock

The twilight wanes, and morning comes at lastOh , Uncle , what ’s o ’clo ck P

The Uncle gravely nods, and wise ly winks.

I t may mean much , bu t how is one to knowP224

Fo ur Riddles

He opes his mou th— yet ou t o f it , methinks,No words o f wisdom flow.

Answer Commem oration ,Monstrosi t ies.

EMPRESS o f Art , for thee I twme

This wreath with all too slender skill .Forgive my M use

'

ea-ch h alting line,And for th e deed accept the wil l

O day .o f tears Whence comes this spectre grim“

,

Parting, likeDeath’

s co ld river, sou ls that loveP'

Is no t h e bound to thee , as thou to h im ,

By vows; unwhispered h ere , yet heard above P

And st ill it lives, that keen and heavenward flame ,

Lives in h is eye , a nd trembles in h is toneAnd th ese wi ld wo rds o f fury bu t pro claimA heart that beats for thee

,forthee alone

But“

all is lost that m ighty m ind o’

erthrown,

Like sweet bells jangled , p iteou s sight toseeDoubt that th e Stars. are fire

,

”

so runsh is moa‘

n,

Doubt Tru th herse lf, bu t no t my love for thee

A sadder V i si on yet thine aged sireShaming h is hoary locks with treacherous wile

And dost thou now doubt Tru th to be a liar PAnd wilt thou die

,that hast forgo t to sm ile P

Nay, get thee hence Leave all thy W insome ways

And th e faint fragrance of t hy scattered flowersIn h o ly

'

silence wait th e appo inted days ,And weep away th e leaden- footed hours.

Answer Ellen Terry.

Fo ur Riddles

I I ITHE air is bright with hues o f lightAnd rich with laughter and with singing

Young hearts beat high in ecstasy ,

And banners wave , and . be lls are ringingBu t silence falls with fading day,And there ’

s an end to m irth and play.

Ah,we ll- a- day

Rest your o ld bones, ye wrinkled cronesTh e kettle sings, th e fireligh t dances .

Deep be it quaffed,th e magic draught

That fi lls th e sou l with go lden fanciesFor Youth and Pleasance will no t stay,And ye are withered , worn , and gray

“

?

Ah,we ll—a- day

O fair co ld face O form o f grace ,For human passion madly yearn ing

Os

weary air o f dumb despair,From marble won ,

to marble turn ingLeave u s no t thus we fondly pray.

We canno t let thee pass‘

awayAh

,we ll-a-day

Answer Galat‘

ea (Gala- tea) .

MY First is singu lar at bestMore plural is my Second

My Third is far th e pluralestSo plural-plural , I protest

I t scarcely can be reckoned

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FAME ’S PENNY-TRUMPET

[Affectionate ly dedicated to all original researcherswh o pant for endowmen t .

BLOW , blowyour trumpets ti l l they crack ,Ye litt le men o f

“ little sou lsAnd bid them huddle at your backGo ld- sucking leeches, shoals on shoals

Fill all th e air with hungry wai lsReward us, ere we th ink or write

Withou t your Go ld mere Knowledge failsTo sate the swinish appeti te

And, where great Plato paced serene ,O r Newton paused with wistfu l eye ,

Rush to th e chace with hoofs uncleanAnd Babe l- clamour of th e sty.

Be yours the pay be theirs th e praiseWewi ll no t rob them o f their due ,

Nor vex the ghosts o f other“ daysBy naming them along with you .

They sought and found undying fame

They to iled no t for reward nor thanksTheir cheeks are ho t with honest shame

For you ,th e modern mountebanks '

!

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Fam e’

s Penny-Trumpet

Who preach o f Justice— plead with tearsThat Love and Mercy shou ld abound

While marking with complacent earsTh e moan ing of some tortured hound

Wh o prate o f Wisdom— nay,forbear,

Lest Wisdom turn on you in wrath ,Trampling , with hee l that will no t spare ,Th e verm in that beset h er path

G o , throng each o ther’s drawing- ro oms,

Ye ido ls of a petty cliqueStru t your brief hour in borrowed plumes,

And make your penny- trumpets squeak

Deck your du ll talk with pilfered shredsO f learn ing from a nobler t ime

,

And O il each o ther’s litt le headsWith mu tual Flattery

’

s go lden slime

And when th e topm ost' height ye gain ,

And stand in G -lory’

s ether clear,And grasp th e prize o f all your painSo many hundred pounds a year

Then let Fame’

s banner be unfurled lSing Pmans for a Victory won

Ye tapers,that wou ld light th e world

And cast a shadow on th e Sun

Wh o still shall pour His rays sublime ,

One crystal flood , from East to West ,

When ye have .

burned your litt le time

And feebly flickered into rest

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FROM

COLLEGE RHYMES

ODE TO DAMON

(From Chlo e, whoUnderstands His Meaning . )

011 , do not forget th e daywhen we met

At th e fru iterer’s sho ’p in '

the cityWhen you said I was plain and excessively vain ,But I knew that you meant I was pretty.

Reco l lect , too , th e hourwhen I purchased th e flour(For the dumplings, you know) and th e

“

suet

Whilst the apples I to ld my dear Damon to ho ld ,(Just to see if you knew h owto do it )

Then recal l to your m ind howyou left me behind ,And went -O ff in a

’

bus with the pippinsWhen you said you

’d forgot,but I knew you had not

( It was mere ly to save th e odd threep'

en-

ce l) .

D on’

t forget your de light in“

th e dumplings that night ,Though you said they were taste less and doughy

Bu t you“

winked as you spoke , and -I saw that th e joke(If it was one) was meant for your Chloe

“

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Ode to D amo n

Then remember th e day when Joe offered to payFor us all at th e Great Exhibit ion

You proposed a short cut , and we found the th ingshut ,(We were two hours too late for admission) .

Your short cut dear, we found took us seven milesround

(And Joe said exact ly what we did)We ll

,I he lped you out then— it was ju st like you men

Not an atom of sense when it’

s needed I

You said What ’s to be done P and I thought youin fun ,

(Never dreaming you were such a n inny) .Home direct ly said I , and you paid for the fly,(And I think that you gave h im a gu inea) .

We ll , that notion , you said , had not entered your

headYou proposed "Th e best thing

,as we

’

re come , is

(Since it opens again in the morning at ten)To wait — Oh , you prince of all dummies

And when Joe asked you Why, if a man were to die ,Just as you ran a Sword through h is m iddle ,

You ’d be hung for th e crime P and you said Give met ime

And brought to your Chloe the riddle

Why, remember, you dunce , h ow I so lved it at once(Th e qu est ion which Joe had referred to you ) ,Why, I to ld you th e cause , was th e force of th e laws,

’

And you said I t had never occurred to you .

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THOSE HORRID HURDY-GURD IES !

A MONODY,BY A VICTIM

MY mother bids me bind my hair,And not go about su ch a figure

It’

s a bother, Of course , bu t what do I care PI shal l do as I please when I ’m bigger.

My lodging is on the co ld , co ld ground ,AS the first -floor and attic were taken .

I tried th e garret but once , and foundThat myWish fo r a change was m istaken .

Ever of thee yes, Ever of theeThey chatter more and more ,

Till I groan aloud , Oh l let me be

I have heard it all before

Please remember th e organ,Sir

,

What P hasn ’

t he left me yet PI prom ise

, good man for its tedious burrI never can forget .

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MY FANCY

I PAINTED h er a gushing thing ,With years perhaps a scoreI little thought to find they wereAt least a dozen m ore

My fancy gave h er eyes o f blue ,A curly auburn headI cam e to find th e blu e a green

,

Th e auburn turned to red.

She boxed=

my ears this morning ,They t ingled very muchI own that I could wish h erA somewhat lighter touch

And if you were to ask me h ow

Her charms m ight be improved,

I wou ld no t have them added to ,

But just a few removed

She has th e bear’

s ethereal grace,

Th e bland hyena’

s laugh ,The footstep O f th e e lephant

,

Th e neck o f th e giraffeI love h er st i ll , believeme ,

Though my heart its pass1on _

h ides

Sh e’

s all my fancy painted h er,But Oh howmuch besides

M ar. I 5, 1 862 .

THE MAJESTY OF JUSTICE

AN OXFORD IDYLL

THEY passed beneath th e Co llege gateAnd down the High went slowly on

Then spake the UndergraduateTo that ben ign and port ly D on

They say that Just i ce i s a QueenA Queen o f awfu l Majesty

Yet in the papers I have seen

Some things that puzzle me .

A Court obscure so rumour states

There is, called Vice -Canoe llarii,

Which keeps on Undergraduates,Who do not pay the ir bills, a wary eye .

A case I’

m to ld was late ly broughtInto that tin iest of places,

And justice in that case was soughtAs

'

in most other cases.

We l l Justice as I ho ld,dear friend ,

IsJust ice , neither more than lessI never dreamed it cou ld dependOn ceremonial or dress.

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Th e M ajesty o f Ju st ice

Th e port ly D on replied,Ahem

They can’

t exact ly be its essenceI scarce ly think th e want of themTh e Majesty o f Ju stice lessens .

Besides,they always march awry

Their gorgeous garm ents never fitProcessions don ’

t make MajestyI’

m qu ite convinced o f it .

”

Then is it in th e wig it lies,Whose countless rows o f rigid curls

Are gazed at with adm iring eyesBy country lads and servant - girls P

Ou t laughed that bland and cou rteous D on

Dear Sir,I do not m ean to flatter

Bu t sure ly you have h it uponTh e essence O f th e matter.

They will not own th e MajestyO f Justice , maki ng Monarchs bow,

Un less as evidence they see

Th e horsehairwig upon her brow.

Yes, yes That makes th e si lliest men

Seem wise the meanest men look bigTh e Majesty of

“

Justice , then ,Is seated in th e WIG .

March 1 863.

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FROM

NOTES BY AN OXFORD CHIEL

THE ELECTIONS TO THE HEBDOMADALCOUNCIL

[In the year 1 866,a Letter with the above title was

published in Oxford,addressed by M r. Go ldwin Sm ith

to the Sen ior Censor of Christ Church,with th e two

fo ld object of revealing to the Un iversity a vast po liticalmisfortune which it had unwitt ingly encountered

,and

of suggest ing a remedy which shou ld at once alleviatethe bitterness of the calam ity and secure the sufferers

from its recurrence . Th e m isfortune thus revealedwas no less than th e fact that

,at a recent e lection of

Members to th e Hebdomadal Council,two Conserva

tives“

had been chosen ,thus givmg a Conservative

majority in th e Council ; “

and th e remedy suggestedwas a sufficiently sweeping One , embracing , as i t did ,the fo llowing detai ls

I. Th e exclusion (from Congregation) o f the

non-academ ical e lements which form a main part o f thestrength o f this party dom inat ion .

” These e lements

areafterwards enumerated as th e parish clergy andthe professional men o f th e city, and chaplains wh o are

Wi thou t any academ ical occupat ion .

”

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The Ele ct io ns to th e Hebdomadal Co uncil

2 . The abo lit ion of th e Hebdomadal Council .3. Th e abo lition o f th e legislat ive functions of Con

vocation .

These are all th e main features o f this remarkablescheme of Reform ,

un less it be necessary to add

4 . To preside over a Congregation with fu lllegislat ive powers, th e Vice -Chan ce llor ought no doubtto be a man o f real capacity.

Bu t it wou ld be invidious to suppose that there wasany intention of suggest ing this as a novelty.

Th e fo llowing rhythm i cal version o f the Letterdeve lops i ts principles to an extent which possibly thewriter had never contemplated ]

Now is the winter of our discontentl’ 1

HEARD ye the arrow hurt le in the sky PHeard ye the dragon -monster

’

s deathfu l cry PExcuse this sudden bu rst o f the Hero icTh e present state of thingswou ld vex 1a Sto icAnd just as Sairey Gamp , for pains within ,

Adm inistered a modicum of gin ,

So does my m ind , when vexed and i l l'

at ease ,

Conso le itse lf with soothing sim iles,The dragon -monster (pest ilent ial schismI need not te l l you is Conservat ismThe hurt ling arrow (t i ll we find a better)IS represented by the present Letter.

‘Twas, I remember, but th e o ther day,Dear Sen ior Censor, that you chanced to sayYou thought these party- combinat ions wou ldBe found , though needfu l , no unm ingled good .

1 D r. Wyn ter, Presiden t o f St . Joh n’

s,one o f th e recently

e lected Conservative m embers o f Council .242

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Th e Elect io ns to th e H ebdomadal Co uncil

So says th e o racle , and,fo rmyse lf, I

Must say it beats to fits th e one at De lphiTo save be loved Oxford from th e yoke ,

(Fo r this maj ority’

s beyond a joke ) ,We must combine

,

1aye ho ld a caucus-m eet ing

,

2

Un less we want to get ano ther beat ing .

That they shou ld bottle us is no thing newBut shall they bott le u s and caucus too P

See th e fe ll un ity of purpose now

With which Obstru ctives plunge into th e row 3

Factious Minorities,

”

we u sed to sighFact ious Majorities is now th e cry.

Vo tes— n inety- two -no combinat ion hereVo tes— n inety- three —conspiracy,

’

tis' clear 4

You urge ’

Tis bu t a un it .

” I replyThat in that un it lurks the ir un ity.

”

Our voters often bo lt , and o ften bau lk us,

But then,they never, never go to caucus

Our voters can ’

t forget th e maxim famous

Semel electum semper eligamusThey never can be worked into a fermentBy visionary prom ise o f preferm ent

,

Nor taught , by hints o f Paradise 5 begu iled,1 To save th e Un iversity from go ing com p lete ly under th e

yoke we sh al l st ill be o bliged to com bine .

”

2 Caucu s-h o lding and wire -pu lling wou ld st ill be alm ost

in evitably carried on to som e extent .

”

3 Bu t wh at are we to do ? Here is a great po litical and

th eo logi cal party labou ring under perfect disc ipline andwith fe ll un ity O f pu rpose , t o h o ld th e Un iversity in subject ion ,

and fil l h er governm en t with its n om in ees .

”

4 At a recen t e lect ion to Coun cil , th e L iberals mustered n inetytwo vo tes and th e Con servat ives n in e ty - th ree ; wh ereupon th e

latter were charged with h aving Obtained th e ir v ictory by a

con spiracy .

5 No t to m en t ion th at, as we cann o t prom ise Paradise to our

suppo rters, th ey are very apt to take th e train for London justbe fo re th e e lect ion .

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Th e Ele ct io ns to th e Hebdom adal Co uncil

To Whisper C for Chairman like a child l lAnd thu s th e friends that we have tempted downO ft take th e two - o

’

clock Express for town .

2

This is ou r danger : this th e secret fo eThat aim s at Oxfo rd su ch a deadly blowWhat champion can we find to save th e State

,

To crush th e plo t P We darklywhisper Wait 3

My scheme is this rem ove th e vo tes of allTh e residents that are no t Liberal— 4

Leave th e young Tu to rs uncon tro lled and free ,And Oxford then shall see— What it shall see .

What next P Why then ,I say,

let Convocat ionBe shorn o f all h er

“ powers o f legislat ion 5

Bu t why stop there P Let us go bo ldly on

Sweep everything beginn ing with a Con

Into oblivion Convocat ion first,

Conservat ism next,and

,last andworst

,

Concilium Hebdomadale mu st,

Consumed and conqu ered,be consigned to du st ! 6

1 I t is no t known to wh at th e wo rd Paradise was in tended

to allude , and th erefo re th e h in t , h ere th rown o u t , th at th e writ er.

m ean t to recal l th e case o f th e late Ch airm an o f M r. G ladsto n e ’

s

comm it tee,wh o h ad been recen t ly col lated to th e See o f Ch ester,

is wh o l ly W an ton and gratu i tou s .

2 A case O f th is kind h ad actually Occurred on th e o ccasio n o f

th e divisio n ju st alluded to .

3 M r. Wayte ,n ow Presiden t o f Trin ity , th en pu t fo rward as th e

L iberal can didate fo r e lec t ion to Co un c il .4 You and O th ers su ggest , as th e o n ly e ff ect ive rem edy ,

th at

th e Con st itu en cy sh o u ld b e re fo rm ed,by th e exc lu sio n o f th e

n on academ ical e lem en ts wh ich fo rm a m ain part o f th e strength

o f th is party dom inat ion .

”

5 I con fess th at , h aving in c luded all th e really academ icale lem en ts in Congregat ion ,

I wo u ld go bo ldlv o n,and pu t an end

to th e Legislat ive fun ct io n s o f Co nvo cat io n .

6 Th is co nvic tio n,th at wh ile we h ave E lect io n s to Co u n c il

we sh all n o t en t ire ly ge t rid o f party o rgan isat io n and its evils ,leads m e to ven tu re a step fu rth e r, and to raise th e qu est io n

wh eth e r it is really n e ce ssary th at we-

sh o u ld h ave an E lect iveCouncil fo r legislat ive pu rpo ses at all .

”

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The Elections to the Hebdomadal Council

Andx

h ere I must re late a litt le fableI heard last Saturday at our high tableTh e cats

, it seems; were masters of th e house ,And he ld the ir own against th e rat andm ouse

O f course th e others cou ldn ’

t stand it long,

So he ld a cau cus (not , in'

th e ir case,wrong)

And,when they were assembled to a man

,

Uprose an aged rat,and thus began

Brothers in bondage Shallwe bear to beFor ever left in a m inority PWith what fe l l unity Of purpose catsOppose the trust i ng innocence of ratsSo unsusp i ci ous are we of disgu ise ,The irm achinations take us by surprise .

Insu lt ing and tyrann ical absurdit ies 2

It is too bad by half— upon my word it'

isFor

,now that these Con cats, I shou ld say (frizzle

’

em l) ,Are masters

,they exterm inate like Islam 3

How shall we deal with th em P I’

ll te l l you howLet none bu t kittens be allowed to m iaowTh e Liberal kittens se ize us bu t in play,And, while they fro lic , we can run awayBut o lder cats are not so generous,The ir claws are too Conservat ive for usThen let them keep th e stable and th e oats,While kittens, rats, and m ice have all th e votes.

Yes banish cats The kittens wou ld not useThe ir powers for blind obstru ction ,

4nor refuse

1 Som et im es, indeed ,no t be ing in fo rm ed that th e wires are

at wo rk , we are complete ly taken by su rprise .

2 ‘

_We are with ou t pro tect io n again st th is m o st insu lt ing and

tyrann ical absu rdity .

” 3 I t is as exterm inat ing as Islam .

”

4 Th e ir powers wou ld scarce ly be exerc ised fo r th e purposes

o f fanat icism , o r in a sp irit o f blind obstru ction .

”

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Th e Ele ct io ns to th e Hebdomadal Council

A word then , Sen ior Censor, in your earTh e Government is in astate o f fear

Like some o ld gent leman,abroad at n ight

,

Se ized with a sudden sh iver o f affright,

Wh o Offers money, on h is bended knees,To the first sku lking vagabond h e sees

Now is th e lu cky moment for our taskThey daren

’

t refuse us anything we ask "1

And then our Fe llowships Shal l open beTo Inte llect , no m eaner qualityNo moral exce l lence

,no so cial fitness“

Shal l ever be adm issible aswitness .

Avaunt,du l l Virtue l is Oxon ia

’

s cryCom e to my arms, ingen ious VillainyFor Classic Fe llowships, an honour h igh ,Simon ides and Co . wil l then applyOur Mathemat ics wi ll to Oxford bringTh e ’cutest m embers o f th e bett ing- ringLaw Fe llowships wi ll start upon the ir journeysA myriad o f unscrupu lou s attorneysWhile prisoners

,doomed t i l l now toto i l unknown ,

Shal l m oun t th e Physical Pro fessor’

s throneAnd thus wou ld Oxford educate , indeed ,M en farb eyond a mere ly lo cal needWith no career before them ,

I may say,2

Un less they’

re wise enough to go away,

1 If you app ly now to Parliam en t for th is o r any o th er Un i

versity re fo rm, you wil l find th e Hou se o f Comm on s in a pro

pit iou s m o o d . Even th e Con servat ive G overnm en t , as it

lo o ks fo r th e suppo rt o f m o derate Liberals o n th e o ne great

su bject , is very u nwilling to presen t itse lf in su ch an aspec t th at

th ese m en m ay n o t be able decen t ly to give it th e ir '

suppo rt .

”

2 With open Fe l lowsh ips , O xfo rd will so on produ ce a_supp ly

o f m en fi t fo r th e wo rk o f h igh edu cat ion far beyond h er own lo caldem ands

,and in fact with n o career befo re th em un less a career

can be Open ed e lsewh ere .

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Th e Elect ions to th e Hebdomadal Council

And seek farWest,or in th e distant East ,

Ano ther flock o f pigeons to be fleeced.

I m ight go on , and trace th e dest inyO f

‘Oxford in an age which , though it beThus breaking with tradit ion , _

owns a new

Allegiance to th e inte llectual few( I mean ,

Of course,th e —pshaw l -no matterwh o

But, were I to pursue th e boundless theme,

I fear that I shou ld seem to you .to dream .

1

This to fu lfil, or even— humbler far

To shun Conservatism ’

s noxious starAnd all the evils that it brings behind ,These pestilential co i ls must be untwinedThe party- co i ls

,that clog th e march o f M ind

Choked in whose meshes Oxford,slowly wise ,

Has lain for three disastrous centuries .

2

Away with them ! ( It is for this I yearnEach twist unt‘

wist , each Turner overturnD isfranchise each Conservative , and cance lThe votes o f M ichel l

,Liddon

,Wall

,andManse l

Then ,then shal l Oxford be herse lf again ,

Neglect th e heart , and cu lt ivate the brainThen this shal l be the burden o f our song ,Al l change is good—whatever is, iswrongThen Inte llect ’s proud flag Shall be unfurled ,And Brain ,

and Brain alone, shal l ru le the world

1 I sh ou ld seem to you to dream if I were to say wh at I th inkth e dest iny o f th e Un iversity may be in an age wh ich , th ough it isbreaking with tradition , i s, from th e sam e cau ses, own ing a newallegian ce to in te l lectual auth o rity .

”

2 Bu t to fu lfi l th is,o r even a far h um bler destiny—to escape

th e Oppo site lo t— the pest ilen t ial co ils o f party ,

“

in wh ich th eUn iversity has lain for three disastrous cen turies ch oked , must beuntwined .

”

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THE DESERTED PARKS

(O n t h e propo sal th at po rt ion s o f th e Un iversity Parks Sh ou ldbe tu rn ed in to cricket-grounds and al lo tted to cricket-clubs andco lleges . )

SOlitudinem faciunt Parcum appe llant .

MUSEUM love liest bu i lding o f th e plainWhere Cherwe l l W inds t owards th e distant mainHow O ftenhave I lo itered o

’

er thy green ,

Where humble happ i ness endeared th e sceneHow o ften have I pau sed on every charm ,

Th e rust ic couple walking arm in arm

Th e groups O f trees, with seats beneath the shade

For pratt ling babes andwh isp’

ring lovers madeTh e never- failing brawl

,- th e busy m i l l

Where t iny urchins wed in fist ic Skill(Two phrases on ly have that dusky raceCaught from the learned influence of the placePhrases in their simplicity sublime

,

Scramble a copper Please , Sir, What ’s th e

t ime P

These round thy walks the ir cheerfu l influence ShedThese were thy charm s— bu t all these charm s are fled.

Am idst thy bowers th e tyrant’

s hand is seen ,

And rude pavilions sadden all thy green250

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The D eserted Parks

In barren splendour flits the russet“ball .

In peacefu l converse With h is bro ther D on ,

Here oft th e calm Professor wandered onStrange words h e u sed— men drank with wondering

ears

The languages cal led dead,

the tongues of otheryears.

(Enough Of Heber Let me once againAttune my verse to Go ldsm ith

’

s liqu id strain . )A man h e was to undergraduates dear,And passing rich with forty pounds a year.

And so,I ween ,

h e wou ld haVe been t i l l now,

Had not h is friends (’

twere long to tell you h ow)Prevailed on h im

,Jack Hom er- like

,to try

Some method to evaluate h is pie ,Andwin from those dark depths

,with skilfu l thumb ,

Five t imes a hundredwe ight o f luscious plumYet for no thirst o f wealth , no love o f praise

,

In learned labour he consumed h is daysO Luxury thou cursed by Heaven

’

s decree ,How il l exchanged are things like these for theeHOW do thy potions, with insidiousjoy,D iffuse their pleasures on ly to destroyIced cobbler

,Badm inton

,and Shandy-gaff

,

Rouse th e loud jest and idiOt ic laughInspired by them ,

to t ipsy greatness grown ,

M en boast a florid vigour'

not the ir ownAt every draught more wild and wild they growWhile pitying friends observe I to ld you so

Till,summoned to the ir post , at the first bal l ,

A feeble under-hand , theirwickets fall.Even now the devastation is begun ,

And half th e business of destru ction clone ;252

Th e D eserted Parks

Even now,methinkswhile pondering here in pity,

I see th e rural Virtues leave th e city.

Con tented To il , and calm scho lastic Care,

And frugal Moderation,all are there

Reso lute Industry that scorns the lureO f care less m irth— that dwe lls apart secureTo science gives h er days, h er m idnight o il,Cheered by the sympathy o f o thers ’ to ilCourt ly Refinement

,and that Taste in dress

That brooks no meanness, yet avo ids excessAl l these I see , with slow re lu ctant paceDesert th e long-be loved and honoured placeWhile yet

’

t is t ime, Oxon ia, rise and fling

Th e spo i ler from thee grant no parleyingTeach h im that eq uence , against the wrong ,Though very poor, may st il l be very strongThat party- interests we must forgo ,

When host i le to pro bono publicoThat fact ion ’

s empire hastens to its end,When once mankind to common sense attendWhile independent votes may win th e dayEven against the potent spe l l PlayM ay 1 867 .

THE NEW BELFRY OF CHRISTCHURCH

,OXFORD

East view of the newBelfry , Ch . Ch ., as seenfrom the

In o r abou t th e year 1 87 1 , one o f th e o ld canons’h ouses

,

wh ich stood between th e cath edral and th e Tom Quadrangle ,was vacated ,

and th e au th o rit ies agreed th at it sh ou ld be dem o

lish ed, in order to m ake space fo r a direct appro ach to th e Cath edral from th e quadrangle . D ean Lidde ll called in th e aid o fM r. Bodley ,

wh o con stru cted a double archway ,runn ing under

th e so lid m asonry , and o f suffi cien t length to warran t th e crit ics in

describing it as th e Tunne l . Abou t th e sam e t im e it wasdec ided to rem ove th e be lls from th e tower o f th e cath edral , andm ake a n ew be lfry over th e staircase o f th e Hall . Th e arcade o fth e tower was cu t th rough fo r th e pu rpo se o f liberat ing th e be lls,and th e gap in th e stonewo rk is re ferred to by M r. D odgson as th e

Trench . From lack o f funds, o r some o th er reason ,Bodley ’

s

idea o f a cam pan ile o f wo od and copper was no t pro ceeded with ,

and th e be lls were ensconced in a p lain wo oden case,O f wh ich th e

au th o r o f Th e New Be lfry —first prin ted in 1 87 2 ,and h urried

by th e Oxfo rd public th rough five edit io n s— m ade m erciless fun .

H e l ikens it '

to a m eat - safe,a box , a G reek Lexicon ,

a paral le lep iped , a bath ing-mach ine

,a p iece o f bar soap ,

a tea-caddy ,a

c lo th es-h orse ; bu t'

h is favou rite nam e fo r it is th e Tea-ch est .

Th e Tunn e l,

'

th e Trench , and th e Tea-ch est are th e th reeT’

s.

’

—Co llingwood ’

s Lewis Carroll P icture-Book .]254

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New Belfry o f Christ Church , Oxford

Song and Chorus.

Five fathom square th e Belfry frownsAll its sides o f timber made

Painted all in grays and brownsNothing o f it that will fade .

Christ Church may adm ire th e changeOxford thinks it sad and strange .

Beau ty’

s dead Let ’s ring h er kne l l .Hark now I hear them— ding- dong

,be ll .

O n the moral of the new Belfry .

Look on th e Quadrangle o f Christ,square ly, for is it

no t a Square PAnd a Square recalleth aCube and a Cuberecalleth

th e Be lfryAnd the Be lfry recalleth a D ie

,shaken hy

‘

t he hand o fth e gambler

Yet,once thrown ,

it may n ot be recalled , be ing , so tospeak , irrevocable .

There it shal l endure for ages,treading hard on the

hee ls o f the Sublime

For it is but a step , saith th e wise man,from th e

Sublime unto the Ridicu lousAnd the Simple dwe lleth m idway between , and

shareth the qualities of e ither.

”

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THE WANDERING BURGESS

O u r Willie was M r. G ladston e , wh o h ad been defeated at

O xfo rd i n 1 865 , and h ad since represen ted Sou th Lan cash ire and

G reenwich . )

OURWillie had been sae lang awa’

,

Frae bonn ie Oxford toon,

The t ownsfo lk they were greet ing a’

As theywent upa nd doon

He hadna been gane a year, a year,

A year bu t bare ly t en,

When word cam unto Oxford toon,

OurWillie wad eome agen .

Willie he stude at Thomas h is Gate,

And made a lust ie din

Andwh o so blithe as th e gate - porterTo rise and let h im in P

Now enter, Willie , n ow enter,Willie

,

And look around th e place,

And see the pain that we have ta’

en

Thomas h is Quad to_

grace .

”

The first look that ourWillie castHe leuch 'l oud laughters three

,

Th e Wandering Burgess

The neist look that ourWillie cast,

Th e tear blindit h is e’

e .

Sae square and stark th e Tea- ch est frownedAthwart th e upper air

,

But when the Trench ourWillie saw,

He th ouch t th e Tea- chest fair.

Sae murderous- deep th e Trench did gapeTh e parapet

'

aboon ,

But when the Tunne l Willie saw,

He loved the Trench . eftsoon .

West view of the new Tunnel.

’Twas m irk beneath the tane archway,’Twas m irk beneath th e t ither

Ye wadna ken a man there in ,

Though it were your ain dear brither.

He turned h im round and round about ,And looked upon th e Three

And dismal grew h is countenance ,And drumlie grew h is e ’e .

What cheer, what cheer, my gallant knight PTh e gate- porter ’

gan say.

Sawever ye sae fair a sightAs ye have seen this day P

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HERE ’

S to th e Freshman o f bashfu l e ighteenHere ’

s to th e Sen ior o f twentyHere ’

s to th e you th whose m oustache can ’

t be seen

And here ’

s to th e man wh o has plentyLet th e man Pass

Ou t o f th e mass

I ’l l warrant '

we’

ll find you some fit for a Class

Here ’

s to th e Censors, who symbo lise Sense ,Just as M itres incorporate Might

,Sir

“

!

To the Bursar,wh o never expands th e expense ,

And th e Readers, wh o always do right,Sir.

Tutor and D on

Let them job on

I warrant they’ l l rival the centuries gone

Here ’

s to the Chapter, me lodious crewWhose harmony sure ly intends /well

For, though i t commences with harm , it is true ,

Yet its motto is All ’s we ll that ends well’Tis love , I

’l l be bound ,That makes it go round

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EXAMINATION STATUTE

Th e Statu te propo sed to al low candidates fo r a degree to

fo rsake Classics after M oderat ion s, except so far as was n eeded fo ra Fourth Class in th e Final Sch o o l o f Literw Hum an io res

,if th ey

wish ed to graduate in sc ien ce . Th is D odgson con sidered degrad

ing bo th to Classics and to M ath emat ics.—D odgson Handbook .]

A list of those who m ight,cou ld , wou ld , or shou ld

have vo ted thereon in Congregation ,February 2 , 4681 ,

arranged alphabetically.

A is for [Acland] ,Who’d physic th e Masses,

B is for [Brodie] , wh o swears by th e gases.

C is for [Conington] , constant to Horace .

D is for [Donkin] , wh o integrates for u s.

E is for [Evans] , W ith rifle well steadied .

F is for [Freeman] , Exam iner dreaded“

!

G’

s [Go ldwin Smit h] , by the Saturday quo ted ,H is for to Margaret devoted .

I am th e Author,a rhymer erratic

J is for [Jowett] , who lectures in AtticK is for [Kitchen],than attic mu ch warmer.

L is for [Lidde ll] , re lentlessreformer

M is for [Mansel] , our Logic- provider,And [Norris] is N ,

once a famous rough- rider.

[Ogilvie]’

s O,Orthodoxy

’

s MendozaAnd [Parker] is P, th e amendment s-proposer.

Q is th e Quad , where th e Dons are co llecting .

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Preface

generally ended in its be ing fastened on anyhow,across

th e rudder. Th e he lm sman1

u sed to stand by withtears in h is eyes he knew it was all wrong

, but alasRu le 42 o f th e Code , No one shall speak to the M an

at the Helm,

”

h ad been completed by th e Be llman

him se lf with th e wo rds and the M an at the Helm shall

speak to no one .

”

So rem onstrance was impossib le ,and no steering cou ld be done t ill th e next varn ishingday. During these bewildering Intervals th e Shipusually sailed backwards.

As this poem is to som e extent connected with thelay o f th e Jabberwo ck , let m e take this Opportun ity o f

answering a qu est ion that has o ften been asked me,h ow

to pronounce slithy toves.

” Th e i in slithyis long

, as in writhe and toves is pronouncedso as to rhym e with groves . Again

, th e first o

in borogoves is pronounced like the O in

borrow.

” I have heard people try to . give it thesound o f th e o in worry .

” Su ch i s Human

Perversity .

This also seem s a fitting o ccasion to not ice th e o therhard words in that po em . Humpty-Dumpty

’

s theory,

o f two m ean ings packed into one word like a portmanteau , seem s to m e th e right explanation fo r all.For instance , take th e two words “

fum ing and

furiou s.

” Make up yourm ind that you will say bo thwords

,bu t leave it unsett led which you will say first .

Now Open you r m ou th and speak . If your thoughtsincline ever so little towards fum ing

, you will sayfum ing- furiou s if they turn

,by even a hair’s

breadth , towards furiou s, you

“

will say furious1 Th is o ffice was u sually undertaken by th e Bo o ts, wh o found

in it a re fuge from t h e Baker’s co nstan t com plain ts abou t th ein su ffic ien t blacking o f h is th ree pair o f boo ts.

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fum ing bu t if you have that rarest o f gifts, a perfectly balanced m ind , you wi ll say

' “frum ious.

”

Supposing that , when Pisto l u ttered th e we ll-knownwords

Underwh ich king, Bezon ian P Speak or die I

Ju stice Shal low h ad fe lt . certain that it was e itherWilliam or Richard , bu t had no t been able to Sett lewhich , so that h e cou ld no t po ssibly say . either nam e

before th e o ther, can it be doubted that , rather than die ,h e wou ld have

Snscuheb to a beat Ch ile

in niemotg of golben summer. hours

ano wh ispers of a summer sea

'

(ACRO STIC)

GIRTwith a bOyish garb for boyish task ,Eager Sh e wie lds -h er spade yet loves as wel l

Rest on a friendly knee ,“ intent to ask

Th e tale h e loves to te l l .

Rude spirits of th e seeth ing'

outer stri fe,

Unmeet to'

read h er pure and simple spright ,Deem

,if you list , such hours a Waste of lifeEmptyof all de light

Chat on , Sweet Maid , and rescue from annoyHearts that by W iser talk are unbegu i led .

Ah,happy h e wh o owns that tenderest joy,

Th e heart - love o f a child

Away, fond thoughts,and vex my sou l no more

Work - claims: my wakefu l nights, my busy days

Albeit bright memories of that sun lit Shore '

Yet haunt my dreaming gaze

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Th e Landing

There was also a Beaver,that paced on th e deck

,

O r wou ld sit making lace in th e bow

And had Often (th e Be llman said) saved them from

wreck ,Though none of th e sailors knew h ow.

There was one who was famed for th e number o f thingsHe forgot when h e entered th e ship

His umbrella, h is watch , all h is j ewe ls and rings,

And the clothes h e had bought for th e trip .

He had forty- two boxes

,all carefu lly packed

With 'h is name painted clearly o n each :But

,since he om itted to mention th e fact

They were all left behind on th e beach

Th e loss Of h is clothes hardly m attered,because

He had seven coats on when h e came ,

With three pair of boots bu t th e worst of it was,

He had'

wholly forgo tten h is name .

He wou ld answer to Hi or to any loud cry,Su ch as Fry m e o r Fritter my wig

To What -'

you-may

- call- um or What -was- h is

name

But especially Thing- um -a.

11ga,

While , for those wh o preferred a more f orcible word,

He had different names from these :His intimate friends called h im Candle- ends

,

And h is enem ies Toasted- cheese .

”

His form is ungai n ly h is inte llect small(So th e Be llman wou ld o ften remark)

273.

HE HAD WHOLLY FORGOTTEN H IS NAME

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Th e Landing

It strongly advised that the Butcher shou ld beConveyed in a separate ship

But th e Be llman declared that wou ld never agreeWith th e plans h e had made for th e trip

Navigation was always a diffi cu lt art ,

Though with on ly one ship and one be llAnd h e feared h e must really decline , for h is part ,Undertaking ano ther as we ll .

Th e Beaver’s best course was,no doubt

, to procureA second hand dagger-proo f coat

So th e Baker advised it and next,to insure

Its life in some Oflice of no te

This th e Banker suggested,and o ffered for hire(On moderate terms), or for sale

,

Two exce llent Po licies,one Against Fire ,

And one Against Damage From Hail .

Yet Still , ever“

after that sorrowfu l day,Whenever th e Butcher Was by,

Th e'Beaverkept looking th e Opposite way,appeared unaccountabl 'y shy

f it the 5 econe

THE BELLMAN ’S SPEECH

THE Be llman himse lf they all praised to th e skiesSu ch a carriage , su ch ease and su ch grace

Such so lemn ity, to o One cou ld see h e was wise ,The moment one looked in

'

h is face

He had bought a large map represent i ng the sea,“

Without th e least vestige of land :And th e crew were much pleased when they found it

“

to be“

A map they cou ld all understand .

What ’s th e good o f Mercator’s North Po les and

Equators,

Tropics,Zones

,

“

and Meridian Lines ?So th e Be llman wou ld cry and th e crewWou ld reply,They are mere ly conventional signs

Other maps are su ch shapes,with their islands and

capesBu t we

’ve got our brave Captain to thank(So th e crew wou ld pro test) that h e ’

s bought us thebest

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Th e H un ting o f th e Snark

This was charm ing , no doubt bu t they shortly foundou t

That th e Captain they trusted so we l lHad on ly one notion for crossing th e o cean

,

And that was to t ingle h is be ll .

He was thoughtfu l and grave bu t th e orders h egave

Were enough to bewilder a crew.

When h e cried , Steer to starboard,but keep h er head

larboardWhat on earth was th e he lmsman to do P

Then th e bowsprit go t m ixed with th e rudder some

t imes

A thing , as th e Be llman remarked,

That frequent ly ha‘ppens in tropical climes,

When a vesse l is,SO to speak , snarked .

”

But th e principal failing Occurred in the sailing,And the Be llman

,perplexed and distressed ,

Said h e had hoped,at least , when the wind blew due

EastThat th e ship would not trave l due West

Bu t th e danger was past they had landed at last,

With the ir boxes, portmanteaus, and bagsYet at first sight th e crew were no t pleased with th e

View,

Which consisted o f chasms andu

crags.

Th e Be llman perce ived that the ir spirits were low,

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Th e Bellman’

s Speech

Som e j okes h e had kept for a season o f woe

Bu t th e crew wou ld do no thing bu t groan .

He served out some grog with a liberal hand ,And bade them Sit down on th e beach

And they cou ld no t bu t own that the ir Captain lookedgrand

,

As h e sto od and de livered h is speech .

Friends,Romans

,and countrym en

,lend m e your

ears !

(They were all o f them fond o f quo tationsSo they drank to h is health , and they gave h imcheers,

While h e served ou t additional rations. )

We have sailed many m onths,we have sailed many

weeks(Four weeks to th e month you may mark) ,

Bu t never as yet (’

tis your Captain wh o speaks)Have we caught th e least glimpse o f a Snark

We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed manydays

(Seven days to th e week I allow),But a Snark

,on th e which we m ight lovingly gaze ,

We have never behe ld t ill now

Com e, listen ,

my m en, while I te ll you again

Th e five unm istakable marksBy which you may know,

wheresoever you go ,

Th e warranted genu ine Snarks.

Let u s take them in order. Th e first is th e taste,

Which is meagre and ho llow,bu t crisp

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Like a coat that is rather too t ight in the waist ,With a flavour of Will- o ’

- th e-wisp .

Its habit o f getting'

up late you’ l l agree

That it carries too far, when I sayThat it frequent ly breakfasts at five - o

’clock tea,And dines on the fo llowing day.

Th e third is i ts slowness in taking a jest,

Shou ld you happen to venture on one ,

It wi ll sigh like a thing that is deeply distressedAnd it always looks grave at a pun .

The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines,

Which it constant ly carries about,

And be lieves that they add to the beauty‘

of scenesA sent iment Open to doubt .

Th e fifth is ambition . I t next will be rightTo describe each part icu lar batch

D i st i ngu ishing th ose t hat have feathers, and bite ,From those that have whiskers, and scratch .

For, although common Snarks do no manner of

harm ,

Yet,I fee l it my duty to say,

Some are Boojums Th e Bellman broke off in

alarm ,

FOr th e Baker had fainted away.

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Th e Baker’

s Tale

I skip forty years, said the Baker, in tears,

And proceed without further remarkTo th e day when you took me aboard o f your shipTo help you in hunting th e Snark .

A dear uncle o f m ine (after whom I was named)Remarked

,when I bade h im farewe ll

Oh, skip your dear uncle l “

th e Be llman exclaimed ,As h e angrily tingled h is be ll .

He remarked to me then,

said that m ildest o f men,

I f your Snark be a Snark,that is right

Fetch it home by all means you may serve it withgreens,

And it’

s handy for striking a light ;

‘C

You may seek it with thimbles -and seek it withcare ;

You“

may hunt it with forks and hope ;You may threaten its l ife with a railway- shareYou may charm it with sm iles and soap

That ’s exactly the method , th e Be llman bo ldIn a hasty parenthesis cried ,That ’s exactly th e way I have always been to ldThat the capture o f Snarks shou ld be tried l

Bu t oh,beamish nephew, beware o f th e day,

I f your Snark be a Boojum For thenYou Wi ll softly and sudden ly van i sh away,And never be met with again

I t is this,it is this that oppresses my sou l ,

When I think o f my uncle ’

s last words

Th e H un ting o f th e Snark

And my heart is like no thing so mu ch as a bowl‘ Brimm ing ove r with qu ivering curds

It is this, it'

is this “ We have had thatbefore

Th e Be llman indignant ly said .

And th e Baker replied , Let m e say it once more .

I t is this, it is this that I dread

I engage with th e Snarkdark

In a dreamy de lirious fight :I serve It W i th greens in those shadowy scenes

,

And I use it for striking a light ;

every n ight after

But if ever I meet with a Boojum,that day,

In a mom ent (o f this I am su re ) ,shall sudden ly vanish away

I canno t endure

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I said “ it in Hebrew— I said it in DutchI said it in German and Greek ;

But I who lly forgo t (and it vexes me much)That English is what you speak

’Tis a pitifu l tale,

said the Be llman,Whose face

Had grown longer at every word ;Bu t , now that you

’ve stated th e who le of your case ,

More debate wou ld be simply absurd .

Th e rest o f my speech (h e explained to h is men)You shall hear when I ’ve leisure to speak it .

But th e Snark is at hand,let me te ll you again I

-

’Tis your glorious duty to Seek it

To seek it with thimbles, to seek it With care ;To pursue it with forks and hope ;

To threaten its life with a railway- shareTo charm it with sm iles and soap

For th e Snark ’s a pecu liar creature, that won ’

t

Be caught in a commonplace way.

D o all that you know,and try all that you don

’

t

Not a chance must be wasted to -day

For England expects I forbear to proceed’Tis a maxim tremendous, bu t trite

And you’d best be unpacking th e things that you need

To rig yourselves out for th e fight .

Then th e Banker endorsed a blank cheque (which h ecrossed) ,

And changed h is loose silver for notes.

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Th e Hunt ing o f th e Snark

Th e Baker with care combed h is whiskers and hair,And shook th e dust out o f h is coats.

Th e Boots and th e Broker were sharpen ing a spadeEach working th e grindstone in turn ;

But the Beaver went on'

making lace,and displayed

No interest in th e concern :

Though th e Barrister tried to appeal to its pride ,And vain ly pro ceeded to cite

A number o f cases,in which making laces

Had been proved an infringement of right . .

Th e maker o f Bonnets ferociously plannedA nove l arrangement o f bowsWhile “

th e Billiard-marker with qu ivering handWas chalking th e tip o f h is nose .

But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himse lf

With ye llow kid gloves and a ruff

Said h e felt it exact ly like go ing to dineWh ich th e Bellman declared was all stuff.

Introduce me,now there ’s a good

.

fe llow,h e said ,

If we happen to m eet it togetherAnd th e Be llman ,

sagaciously nodding h is head ,Said , That must depend on th e weather.

”

Th e Beaver went simply galumphing about,

At see ing th e Butcher so shyAnd even th e Baker

,though stupid and stou t ,

Made an effort to wink with one eye

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THE BEAVER’S LESSON

THEY sought it with thimbles, they sought i t W i th care ;They pursued it with forks and hope ;

They threatened its life with a railway- share ;They charm ed it with sm i les and soap .

Then th e Butcher con trived an ingenious planFor making a separate - sally ;

And had fixed on a spot unfrequented by man,

A dismal and deso late valley .

But th e'

very same plan to th e Beaver occurredIt had cho sen th e very sam e place ;

Yet ne ither betrayed , by a Sign or a word,

Th e disgust that appeared in h is face .

Each thought h e was thinking o f nothing bu t SnarkAnd th e glorious work o f the day ;

And each tried to pretend that h e did not remarkThat th e o ther was go ing that way.

But th e valley grew“

narrow and narrower st ill,

And th e evening go t darker and co lder,Till (m ere ly from nervousness, not from goodwill)They marched along shou lder to Shou lder.

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s Lesso n

Then a s cream ,shrill and high , rent th e shuddering

sky,

And they knew that some danger was near

Th e Beaver turned pale to the t ip o f its tai l ,And even the Butcher fe lt queer.

He thought o f h is childhood , left far far behindThat blissfu l and innocent state

Th e sound so exactly recalled to h is m indA pencil that squeaks on a slate

Tis the vo ice o f th e Jubjub h e sudden ly cried .

(This man , that they u sed to callAs th e Be llman would te ll you ,

”

he added with pride ,I have u ttered that sentiment once .

’Tisth e note of th e Jubjub Keep count,I entreat ;

You will find I have to ld it you twice .

’Tis th e song o f the Jubjub Th e proof is complete ,If on ly I

’

ve stated it thrice

The Beaver had counted with scrupu lous care,

Attending to every wordBut it fairly lost heart , and outgrabe in despair

,

When th e third repetit ion o ccurred

I t fe lt that , in spite o f all possible pains,

I t had som ehow contrived to lo se count,

And th e on ly thing now was to rack its poor brain sBy reckon ing up th e amoun t .

Two added to one— if that cou ld but be done,

I t said, with one

’

s fingers and thumbsReco llecting with tears h ow

,in earlier years,

I t h ad taken no pains with its sums.

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The thing can be done , said th e Butcher,I think .

Th e thing must be done , I am sure .

Th e thing shall be done Bring me“ paper and i nk ,

The best there i s t ime to procure .

”

Th e Beaver brought paper, portfo lio , pens,And ink in unfailing suppliesWhile strange creepy creatures cam e out o f the ir dens,And watched them with wondering eyes.

So engrossed was th e Bu tcher, h e heeded them not,

As h e wro te with a pen in each hand,

And explained all th e while in a popu lar styleWhich th e Beaver cou ld we ll understand .

Taking Three as th e subject to reason about

A conven i ent number to state

We add Seven ,and Ten

,and thenmu ltiply ou t

By One Thousand dim in ished by Eight .

Th e resu lt we proceed to divide , as you see,

By Nine Hundred and Ninety and Two

Then subtract Seventeen ,and the answer must be

Exact ly“

and perfect ly true .

Th e method employed I wou ld gladly explain ,

While I have it so clear in my head,If I had but th e t im e and you had bu t th e brainBu t much yet remains to be said .

In one moment I’

ve seen what has hitherto beenEnve loped in abso lu te mystery,

And without extra charge I will give you at largeA Lesson in Natural H istory.

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Th e Hun ting O f th e Snark

In h is genial way h e proceeded to say

(Forgetting all laws o f“propriety,

And that givi ng instru ct i o n, W ithou t introdu ction ,

Wou ld have cau sed qu i te a thrill in Society) ,

As to temper th e Jubjub’

s a desperate bird ,Since it lives in perpetual passion

Its taste in costum e is entire ly absurdIt is ages ahead of th e fashion

Bu t it knows any friend it has m et once beforeI t never W ill lo ok at a bribe

And in charity-m eet ings it stands at the doo r,And co llects though it do es no t subscribe .

I ts flavour when cooked is. more exqu isi te farThan mu tton

,or oysters, o r eggs

(Some think it keeps best in '

an ivory jar,And some

,in mahogany kegs

You bo il it in sawdu st you salt it in glueYou condense it with locu sts and tapeStil l keep i ng one principal Object i n View

To preserve its symm etrical shape

Th e Butcher wou ld gladly have talked t il l next day,But h e fe lt that th e Lesson mu st end

,

And h e wept with de light in attempt ing to sayHe Considered th e Beaver h is friend .

While th e Beaver confessed,with affectionate looks

More e loqu ent even than tears,

It had learnt in ten m inu tes far m ore than all booksWou ld have taught it in seventy years.

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s Lesso n

They returned hand- in-hand,

and th e Be llman

unmanned(For a moment) with noble emot i on ,

Said , This amply repays all th e wearisome daysWe have spent on th e billowy ocean

Such friends, as the Beaverand Butcher became,

Have se ldom if ever been knownIn W inter or summer

,

’

twas always th e same

You cou ld never meet e ither alone .

And when quarre ls arose as one frequentlyfindsQuarre ls will , spite o f every endeavour

Th e song of th e Jubjub recurred to the ir m inds,ceme nted

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THE BARRISTER’S \DREAM

THEY sought it with thimbles,they sought it with care

They pursued it with forks and hopeThey threatened its life with a rai lway—shareThey charmed i t with sm iles and soap .

But th e Barrister, weary of proving in vainThat theBeaver’s lace-making was wrong,

Fe ll asleep,and in dreams saw th e creature qu ite plain

That h is fancy had dwe lt on SO long .

He dreamed that h e stood in a Shadowy Court ,Where th e Snark , with a glass in its eye ,

Dressed in gown ,bands

,and W ig, was defending a pig

On th e charge of deserting its sty .

Th e Witnesses proved , W ithout error or flaw,

That th e sty was deserted when foundAnd th e Judge kept explain ing th e state of th e law

In a soft under- current of sound .

Th e indictment had never been clearly expressed,

And it Seem ed that th e Snark had begun,

And had Spoken three hours, before any one guessedWhat th e pig was supposed to have done .

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s D ream

Bu t they ventured to hope that th e Snark wou ldn ’

t

m indUndertaking that duty as we

'

l.

So th e Snark found the verdict , although , as it owned ,I t was spent with th e to ils o f th e day

When it said th e word “ GUILTY ! ” th e Jury all

groaned ,And some of them fainted away

Then th e Snark pronounced sentence , th e Judge be ingqu ite

Too nervous to u tter a wordWhen it rose to i ts feet

,there was Silence like n ight ,

And th e fall of a pin m ight be heard .

Transportat i on for life was th e sentence it gave ,And then to be fined forty pound .

”

Th e Jury all cheered , though th e Judge said h e fearedThat th e phrase was not legally sound .

Bu t the ir W ild exu ltation was sudden ly checkedWhen th e jailer informed them

, with tears ,Su ch a sentence wou ld have no t th e slightest effect

,

As th e pig had been dead for some years.

Th e Judge left th e Court , looking deeply disgustedBut th e Snark , though a litt le aghast

,

As th e lawyer to whom the defence Was intrusted,

Went be llowing on to th e last “

Thus the Barrister dreamed,while th e be llowing seemed

To grow every m oment more clear :Till he woke to th e kne ll o f a furi ou s be ll ,Which th e Be llman rang close at

“

h is ear.

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Th e H un ting o f th e Snark

Th e Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared :Led on by that fear- stricken ye ll

And th e Be llman -remarked , I t is just as I fearedAnd so lemnly to lled on h is be ll .

He was black in the face , and they scarce ly cou ld traceTh e least likeness to what h e had been

While so great was h is fright that h is waistcoat turnedwhite

A wonderfu l thing to be seen

To th e horror of all wh o were present that day,He uprose in fu ll even i ng dress,

And with sense less grimaces endeavoured to sayWhat h is- tongu e cou ld no longer express .

Down h e sank in a chair ran his hands through h ishair

And chanted in m imsiest tones

Words,

Whose u tter inanity proved h is insanity,While he rattled a couple of bones.

Leave h im here to h is fate— it i s getting so lateTh e Bellman exclaimed in a fright .We have lost half th e day. Any further delay,And we shan ’

t catch a Snark beforenight

1111 the E ighth

THE VANISHING

THEY sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care ;They pursued it with forks and h Ope ;

They threatened its life with a railway- share ;They charmed it with sm iles and soap .

They shuddered to think that th e chasem ight fal lAnd the Beaver, excited at last ,Went bounding along on th e t ip o f its tail ,For the daylight was nearly past .

There is Thingumbob shouting th e Be llman said .

He is shouting like mad, on ly harkHe is waving h is hands, h e is wagging h is head ,He has certain ly found a Snark

They gazed in de light , while the Butcher exclaimed,

He was always a desperate wagThey behe ld h im— the ir Baker— the ir hero unnamedOn the top of a neighbouring crag ,

Erect and sublime , for one moment o f t ime .

In the next , that wild figure they saw .

(As if stung by a spasm ) plunge into a chasm,

While they wai ted and listened in awe .

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TO THREE PUZZLED'

LITTLE GIRLS,

FROM THE AUTHOR

(In a copy of Alice’

s Adventures presented to th e three MissesD rury .

THREE litt le maidens weary of the rail,

Three pairs o f litt le ears listen ing to a tale,

Three litt le hands he ld out in readiness,

For three little puzzles very hard to guess ,Three pairs o f -little eyes, open wonder-wide

,

At three litt le scissors lying side by side .

Th ree little inou th s that thanked anunknown Fri endFor one little book

,h e undert ook to send .

Though whether they’ll remember a friend

,or book

,

or dayIn three litt le weeks 15 very hard to sa

August 1 869 .

DOUBLE ACROSTIC

(Sent to M iss E . M . Argles.)

I SING a place wherein agreeAll things on land that fairest be ,All that is sweetest o f th e sea .

Nor can I break th e silken'kno t

That binds my memory to th e spo tAnd friends too dear to be forgo t .

On rocky browwe loved to standAnd watch in Silence

,hand in hand

,

The shadows veiling sea and land . B luf F

Then dropped th e breeze ; no vessel passed80 silent stood each taper mast

,

You wou ld have deemed it chained and fast . A ncho R

Above th e blue and fleecy sky :

B elow, the'

waves that qu ivering lie,

Like crisped curls o f greenery B roccol I

A sail l” resounds from every lip .

Mizen ,no

,square- sail—ah

, you tripEdith , it canno t be a Ship ! B arqu E

3 1 3

D o uble Acro stic

So home again from sea and beach,

One nameless feeling thrilling each .

A sense o f beauty ,passing speech . A ppreciat io N

Let lens and tripod be unSlung !Do lly I

” ’

s th e word on every tongue ;Do lly must sit , for sh e is young ! C

Pho tography shall change h er face ,D istort it with un couth grimaceMake h er bloodthirsty ,

fierce,and base . 0 diou S

I end my song while scarce begun ;For I shou ld want

,ere all was done ,

Four weeks to te ll th e tale o f one M ont H

And I Shou ld need as large a hand,

To paint a scene so wild and grandAS h e who traversed Egypt

’

s land . B elzon I

What say you ,Edith P Will it suit ye ?

Reject it,if it fails in beauty

You know your literary du ty E ditorsh i

On the rai l between Torquay1 869 .

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PUZZLE

(Sen t to Mary , Ina,and Harriet or Hartie Watson . The

letters omitted were to be discovered and inserted.)

WHEN a y and I atol-d a 1e they’d seen a

Small ea u e with i dressed in crimsonand blue

,

. a 1e cried Twas a . a1 .-

y !

I should have been happy if I had been you !”

Said a“

y You wou ldn ’

t .

” Said I a You”

shou ldn ’

t

Since you can’

t be us,and we cou ldn ’

t be

You are one,m dear a ie

,but we are a

e i tells that isn ’

t two .

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THREE CHILDREN

(Sent to M iss Mary Watson . )

THREE children (their names were so fearfu lYou ’ll excuse me for leaving them out )

Sat silent , with faces all tearfu lWhat was it about ?

They Were sewing , but needles are prickly ,

And fingers were co ld as cou ld beSo they didn

’

t get on very qu ickly ,

And they wept , silly Three

0 Mo ther ! ” said they ,Gu ildford ’s no t a

Nice place for th e winter,that ’s flat .

I f you know any country that’

s ho tter,

Please take us to that

Cease crying , said sh e , litt le daughter 'And when summer comes back with th e flowers,

You -

shall roam by th e edge o f th e water

In sunshiny hours .

”

And in summer, said sorrowfu l Mary ,

“We shall hear th e shrill scream o f th e trainThat will bring that dearwriter o f fairy

tales hither again .

”

Th ree Ch ildren

(Now the person sh e meant to allude toWas

— well ! it is best to forget .

I t was some one sh e always was rude to ,Whenever they met .)

“I t

’s my duty ,

their Mo ther cont inued,

To fill with things useful and rightYour small m inds if I put no thing in , you

’dBe - ignorant qu i te .

But enough now of lessons and thin-k ingYourmeal is qu ite ready ,

I seeSo attend to your eat ing anddrinking ,

You thirsty young Three !”

Apr. 1 87 1 .

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TWO ACROSTICS

(In a copy o f Ch arlo tte M . Yonge’s I i ttle Lucy

’s Wonderful

Globe, given to M iss Ru th D ymes. )

ROUND th e wondrous globe I. wander wild,

Up and down -hill— Age succeeds to youthTo iling all in vai n to find a childHalf so loving , half so dear as Ruth .

s

(In ano th er book , given to M issMargaret D ymes.)

MAIDENS,if a maid you me et

Always free from pout and pet ,Ready sm ile and temper sweetGreet my litt le,

Margaret .

And if loved by all sh e be

Right ly ,no t a pampered pet ,

Easily you then may see

my litt le Margaret .

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D OUBLE ACROSTIC

(On the names of th e two M issesBremer.)

TWO little g1rls near London dwell ,More naughty than I like to tell .

The balls are ro lling on th e green .

The Thames is runn 1ngdeep and W ideAnd boats are rowmg on the t1de

In winter- t1me,all in a row

The happy skaters come and

Papa they cry"

,D o let us stay

He does no t speak , but says they.may .

There isaland , h e says, my“ dear

,

Which is too ho t to skate , I fear.

ACROSTIC

ARE you deaf, Father William ?”th e young man

saidD id you hear what I to ld you just nowExcuse me for shout ing ! Don ’

t waggle your headLike a blundering , sleepy old cow '

A litt le maid dwelling in Wallington Town,

I s my friend , so I beg to remarkD o you think she ’d be pleased if a boo k were sent

Ent it led ‘Th e Hunt of th e

Pack it up in brown paper !”th e old man cried

,

And seal it with o live -and—dove .

I command you to l do it h e added wi th pride,

Nor forget,my good fe llow,

to send h er besideEaster Greet ings

, give h er my love.

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ACROSTIC

LOVE - lighted eyes, that will no t startAt frown o f rage or maliceUplifted brow

,undaun ted heart

Ready to dine on raspberry- tart

Along with fairy Alice !

In scenes as wonderfu l as ifShe ’d fiitted i n a magic skiffAcross th e sea to Calais :Be sure this night , in Fancy

’s feast ,

Even t ill Morn ing gilds th e east,

Laurawill dream o f Alice !

Perchance,as long years onward haste ,

Laura willweary o f th e taste

O f Life ’s embit tered chalice °

M ay sh e,in such a woeful hour,

Endued with Memory’s myst ic power,

Recall th e . dreams o f Alice !

J une 1 7 , 1 876.

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TO M . A . B .

(In a copy of Alice s Adventures presented to M iss Marion Terry,Mary Ann Bessie Terry .

THE royal MAB ,dethroned

,discrowned

By fairy rebels wild,

Has found a home on English ground ,And lives an Engh sh ch ild .

I know it,Maiden

,when I see

A fairy - tale upon your kneeAnd no te th e page that idly lingersBeneath those st ill and list less fingersAnd mark tho se “dreamy looks that strayTo some bright vision far away ,

St ill seeking , the pictured story ,

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ACROSTIC

T(In)a copy of The Hunting of the Snark presented to M issMarion

erry .

MAIDEN,though thy heart may quail

And thy qu ivering lip grow pale ,Read the B ellman

’s tragic tale !

Is it life of which it tells?Of a pulse that sinks and swellsNever lackingchime of bells

Bells of sorrow,be lls of cheer

,

Easter,Christmas

,glad NewYear,

Still they sound,afar, anear.

So may Life’s sweet

"bells for“

thee,

In th e summers yet to be ,Evermore make melody

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LOVE AMONG THE ROSES

ACROSTIC

SEEK ye Love , ye fairy - sprites ?Ask where reddest roses grow.

Rosy fancies h e invite s,And ln ro ses h e de lights

,

Have ye found h im ?” “No

Seek again,and find th e boy

In Childhood ’s heart,so pure and clear

Now th e fairies leap for joy ,"

Crying ,“Love i s here

Love . has found h is proper nes‘

t ;

Andwe guard h im while h e dozesIn a dream o f peace and rest

Ro sier than ro ses.

J an . 3, 1878.

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TWO POEMS TO RACHEL DANIEL

(When invited by D r. D anie l to contribute a poem on h is infant

daugh ter to th e privately—p rinted Garland of Rachel, Lewis Carro llincluded the fo llowing lines in h is reply , but afterwards sent thesecond poem . )

OH pudgy podgy pup !Why did they wake you upThose crude no cturnal yellsAre not l ike silver bells :Nor ever wou ld recallSweet Music ’s ‘dying fall .

’

They rather bring to mindThe bitter winterwindThrough keyho les shrieking shrillyWhen n ights are dark and chillyOr

“ like some dire ' duett,

Or quarrelsome quartette ,Of cat

'

s'

wh o chant their joysWith execrable no ise ,And murder Time and TuneTo vex th e pat ient Moon ! ”

Nor. 1 880 .

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FOR THE GARLAND OF RACHEL ( 1 881 )

WHAT hand may wreathe thy natal crown,

O t iny tender Spirit - blossom,

That out o f Heaven hast fluttered downInto this Earth ’s co ld bosom ?

And how shall mortal bard aspireAll sin -begrimed and sorrow- laden

To welcome,with th e Seraph- cho ir

,

A pure and perfect Maiden

Are no t God ’s m instrels ever near,

Flooding with joy th e woodland mazes ?Which shall we summon

,Baby dear,

To caro l forth thy praises ?

With sweet sad song th e NightingaleM ay soo the th e broken hearts that languish

Where graves are green— th e orphans’ wail,

Th e widow’

s lonely angu ish

The Turtle-dove with amorous coo

May chide the blushing maid that lingersTo twine h er bridal wreath anewWith weak and trembling fingers :

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THE LYCEUM

(“ I will add th e verses I sent Agnes to commemorate our visit

to th e Lyceum . I to ld her th ey had been found on a torn -piece of

paper, of wh ich I sent a facsimile .

” From a letter to M iss HelenFeilden .)

IT is the lawyer’

s daughter,

And she is grown so dear, so dear,Sh e costs me

,in one evening

,

The income o f a year!‘You can ’

t have children ’

s love , ’ she cried ,‘Unless you choo se to fee

’em

‘And what ’s your fee , child I replied .

She simply said

We saw‘Th e Cup . . I hoped she

’d say ,“I’

m-

gratefu l to you ,very .

”

She murmured , as sh e turned away ,

“That lovely [E llen Terry ]Compared with h er

,th e rest , she cried ,

“Are just like two or three um

berellas standing side by side !“Oh

, gem-

o f

We sawTwo Bro thers . I confessTo me they seemed one man .

Nowwhich is which , child ? Can you

Sh e - course I can ! ”

Bad puns like this I always dread ,And am reso lved to flee ’ ’

em

And so I left h er there , and fled ;She lives at

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ACROSTIC

AROUND my lonely hearth , to -night,

Ghostlike th e shadows wander :Now here

,now there

,a childish sprite ,

Earthborn and yet as angel bright ,Seems near me as I ponder.

Gaily sh e shouts : th e laughing airEchoes h er no te o f gladness

Or bends herse lf with earnest careRound fairy - fortress to prepareGrim battlement or turret - stairIn Childhood ’s merry madness !

New raptures st ill hath youth in store .

Age may but fondly cherishHalf- faded memories o f yore

Up,craven heart ! repine no more !

Love stretches hands from shore to shoreLove is

,and shall no t perish !

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DREAMLAND

(The author’s friend

, C. E . Hutch inson , of Brasenose Co llege ,had a dream in wh ich h e saw a processmn of th e h eroes of old

moving past h im to music wh ich h e was able to write down on

waking. Th e verses were writ ten by Lewis Carrol l for th is

dream-music . )

WHEN m idnight m ists are creeping,

And all th e land is sleeplng,Around me tread the m ighty dead ,And slowly pass away .

Lo,warriors

,saints

,and sages,

From out th e van 1sh ed ages,With so lemn pace and reverend faceAppear and pass away .

Th e blaze o f noonday splendour,

Th e twilight so ft and tenderM ay charm th e eye : y et they shall die

,

Shall die and pass away .

But here,in Dream land ’s centre

,

No spo iler’s hand may enter,

These visions fa1r, this radi ance rare,

Shall never pass away .

I see th e shadows falling,

The forms o f old recalling ;Around me tread the m ighty dead,And slowly pass away .

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TO MY CHILD—FRIEND

DED ICATI ON To THE GAME OF LOGIC

(Acrostic,th e name being given by th e second letter in each line.)

I CHARM in vain for never again,

All keen ly as my glance I bend ,Will Memory ,

goddess coy ,

Embody for my joyDeparted days, nor let me gaze

On thee,my Fairy Friend !

Yet cou ld thy face , in myst ic grace ,A moment smile on me

,

’

twould sendFar- dart ing rays o f light

'

From Heaven athwart the night,

By which to read in very deedThy spi rit

,sweetest Friend !

So may the stream o f Life ’s long dreamFlow gent ly onward to its ‘

end,

With many a floweret gay ,

A-down its willowy way :

May no sigh vex, no care perplex,My loving little Friend '

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A RIDDLE

(Sent to M iss Gaynor Simpson.)

MY first lends h is aid when I plunge into tradeMy second in jollifications

My who le , laid“

on thinnish,

“imparts a neat finishTo pictorial representat ions.

Answer. Copal .

A LIMERICK

(Sent to M iss Vera Beringer, who was on ho liday in the Isle ofMan .)

THERE was a '

young lady o f stat ion,

“ I love man ” was her so le exclamat ionBut when men cried

,

“You flatter

,

She replied,Oh ! no matter

,

Isle OfM an is th e true explanat ion .

RHYME AND REASON ?

(In a copy of th e book presented to M iss Emmie D rury.)

“I’MEM Inent in RHYME she said .

“ I makeWRY Mouths of RYE-Meal gruelThe Poet sm iled

,and. shook h is head

“Is REASON , then ,

the missing jewel?”

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A NURSERY DARLING

DED ICATION To THE NURSERY ‘ALI CE,

’1 889

(Acrostic, the name being given by th e second letter in each line .

A MOTHER’

S breast :Safe refuge from h er childish fears

,

From childish troubles,childish tears

,

M ists that enshroud h er dawning years !See how in sleep sh e seems to singA vo iceless psalm— an offering

,

Raised,to th e glory o f h er King

,

In Love : for Love is Rest .

A Darling ’s kiss :Dearest o f all the signs that fleetFrom lips that lovingly repeatAgain

,again

,their message sweet !

Full to th e brim with girlish glee ,A child

,a very child is she,

Whose dream o f Heaven 15 still to beAt Home : forHeme IS Bliss.

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M aggie’

s Visi t to O xfo rd

Then hand in hand in pleasant talkThey wandered and admired

Th e Hall,Cathedral and B road Walk

,

Till Maggie ’s feet were t ired :

To Worcester Garden next they'

stro lled,

Admired its quiet lakeThen to

'

St . John,a co llege old

,

The1r ' devious way they take .

In idle mood they sauntered roundI ts lawn so green and flat ;

And in that garden Maggie foundA lovely Pussy -Cat

A quarter o f an hour they spentIn wandering to and. fro

And everywhere t hat Maggie went,

The Cat was sure to go

Shouting th e Battle - cry of Freedom !

M aiow ! Maiow !

Come,make your bow,

Take off your hats,Ye Pussy

-Cats !And purr and purr

,

To welcome her,

ForMaggie may be

Boo tles’ Baby !

”

So back to Christ Church , no t too lateFor them to go and see

A Christ Church undergraduate ,Who gave

'

th em cakes and tea.

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M aggie’

s Visit to O xford

Next day she entered with h er guideTh e garden 'called Bo tan ic

,

And there a fierce Wild Boar sh e spied,Enough to cause a pan ic :

But Maggie didn’

t m ind,no t sh e

,

Sh e wou ld have faced, _alone ,That fierce wild boar, because , you see

Th e thing was made o f stone

On Magdalen wal ls they saw a faceThat filled h er with delight ,

A giant face,that made grimace

And grinned with all its m ight .

A litt le friend,industrious,

Pulled upwards all th e whileTh e corner o f its mouth

,and thus

He helped that face to smile

How nice,thought Maggle

,. it would be

I f I cou ld have a friendTo do that very thing for meAnd make my mouth turn up with glee ,By pulling at one end .

”

In M agdalen Park th e deer are wildWith joy ,

that Maggie bringsSome bread a friend had given th e child ,To feed th e pretty things .

They fleck round M aggie without fear

They breakfast and they lunch ,

Maggie’

s Visit to O xfo rd

They dine , they sup,those happy deer

Still,

'

as they munch and munch,

Shouting the Batt le-cry of Freedom

Yes,Deer are we

,

And dear is sh eWe love this child80 sweet and mildWe all rejo iceAt Maggie ’s v01ceWe all are fed

With Maggie ’s breadFor Maggie may be

Boo tles’ Baby !

”

They met a B ishop on their wayA B ishop large as life

,

With loving smile that seemed to say“Will Maggie be my wife ?

”

Maggie thought not,because

, you see,

She was so very young ,And h e was o ld as old cou ld beSo Maggie held her tongue .

My Lord , she’

s Boo tles’ Baby ,

we

Are go ing up and down,

Her friend explained , “that sh e may see

Th e sights o f Oxford Tow-

n .

”

Now say what kind of place it is,The Bishop gaily cried .

Th e best place in th e ProvincesThat litt le maid replied .

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THE MAD GARDENER’S SONG

HE thought he saw an Elephant ,

That pract ised on a fife

He looked again, and found it was

A letter from h is Wife .

At length I realise , h e said,

The bitterness of Life

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Th e M ad G ardener’

s Song

He thought h e saw a BuffaloUpon th e chimney

-pieceHe looked again ,

and found it wasHis Sister’s Husband ’s Niece .

Unless you leave this house , h e

I ’ l l send for th e Po lice

He thought he saw a Ratt lesnakeThat q uest ioned h im in Greek

He looked again , and found it wasTh e M iddle of Next Week .

The one thing I regret,

”

h e said,

Is that it cannot speak

Th e Mad G ardener’

s Song

He thought h e saw a Banker’s Clerk

Descending from th e bus

He looked again , and found it was

A Hippopotamus

If this shou ld stay to dine , he said,3,There won ’

t be much for us

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Th e Mad G ardener’

s Song

He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four

That stood beside h is bed

He looked again ,and found it was

A Bear without a Head .

Poor thing , h e said , poor silly thing

It’

s waiting to be fed

Th e Mad G ardener’

s Song

He thought h e saw an Albatross

That fluttered round th e lamp

He looked again , and found it was

A Penny-Postage- Stamp .

You ’d best be getting home , h e said

Th e nights are very damp

He thought h e saw a Garden -Door

That Opened with a key

He looked again , and found it was

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Th e Mad G ardener’

s Song

And all its mystery, h e said,

Is clear as day to me

He thought h e saw an Argument

That proved he was th e Pope

He looked again ,and found it was

A Bar of Mottled Soap

Afact so dread,h e faintly said ,

Extingu ishes hope

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PETER AND PAUL

PETER is poor,

said noble Pau l,

And I have always been h is friendAnd

, though my means to give are small,

At least I can afford to lend.

How few,in this Co ld age of greed ,

D o good , except on se lfish groundsBu t I can fee l for Peter’s need ,And I WILL LEND H IM FIFTY POUNDS

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Peter and Paul

How great was Peter’s joy to findHis friend in su ch a genial ve in

How cheerfu lly th e bond he signed ,To pay th e money back againWe can ’

t,

”

said Pau l , be too precise’Tis best to fix th e very day

So , by a learned friend ’s advice ,I’

ve made it Noon ,th e Fourth

v

of May

But this is Apri l Peter said .

Th e First o f April, _as I think .

Five litt le weeks will soon be fledO ne scarce ly will have t ime to winkGive me a year to specu lateTo buy and sell-+ to drive a tradeSaid Pau l , I canno t change th e date .

On M ay th e Fourth it must be paid .

We ll , well said Peter, with a sigh .

Hand me the cash , and I wil l go .

I ’ ll form a Jo int - Stock Company,And turn an honest pound or so .

I’

m grieved , ” said Pau l , to seem unkindThe money shall of course be lent

But , for a week or two ,I find

It will not be convenient .

”

So , week by week , poor Peter came

And turned in heaviness away ;For st ill th e

-

answer was th e same,

I cannot manage it to -day .

”

And now th e April showers were dryTh e five short weeks were nearly spent

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Peter and Paul

Yet still h e got the o ld reply,It is no t qu ite convenient

l l l l l l l

Th e Fourth arrived, and punctual Pau l

Came , with h is legal friend at noon .

I thought it best,

”

said h e, to call

One cannot sett le th ings t oo soon.”

Poor Peter shuddered in despairHis flowing locks h e wildly tore

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Peter and Paul

This debt wi ll simply swallow all,And make my life alife

"

of woe

Nay, nay, my Peter answered Pau l .You must not rail on Fortune so

You have enough to eat and drinkYou are respected in the world

And at th e barber’s,as I think ,

You often get your Whiskers curled .

Though Nobleness you can’

t attainTo any very great extent

Th e path o f Honesty is plain ,

However inconven ient’Tis true

,said Peter

,

“'

I’

m aliveI keep my station in th e world

Once in th e week I just contriveTo get my whiskers o i led and curled .

But my assets are very“

low

My litt le income’

s overspentTo trench on capital , you know,

IS always inconvenientBut pay your debts cried honest Pau l .My gentle Peter, pay your debts

What matter if it swallows all

That you describe as your assets

Already you’

re an hour behindYet Generosity is best .

It pinches me— bu t never m indI WILL NOT CHARGE YOU INTEREST

How good How great poor Peter cried .

Yet I mu st Se ll my Sunday wig"

Th e scarf-pin that has been my prideMy grand piano— and my pig

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Peter and Pau l

Fu ll soon h is property took wingsAnd daily, as each treasure went ,

He sighed to find th e state o f thingsGrow less and less convenient .

Weeks grew to m onths,and m on ths to years

Peter was worn to skin and boneAnd once h e even said

,with tears,

Remember,Pau l

,

“

that prom ised LoanSaid Pau l

,I ’ll lend you , when I can ,

“All th e - Spare money I have go tAh

,Peter

, you’

re a happy man

Yours is an . enviable lo t

I’

m gett ing stout,as you may see

It is but se ldom I am we l l .

I cannot fee l my ancient gleeIn listen ing to th e dinner be ll

Bu t you , you gambo l like a boy, .

Your figure is so spare and lightTh e dinner- be ll ’s a

'

note Of joyTo sUch a healthy appetite

Said Peter,I amwell aware

M ine is a state of happinessAnd yet h ow gladly cou ld I spareSome o f th e com forts I possess

What you call healthy appet iteI fee l as Hunger’s savage tooth

And, when no dinner is in sight

,

Th e dinner-be ll ’s a sound of ruth

No scare - crow wou ldaccept this coatSuch boots as these you seldom see .

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Ah , Pau l , a single five-pound—noteWou ld make ano ther man of me

Said Pau l , It fills me with surpriseTo hear you talk in such a tone

I fear you scarce ly realiseTh e blessings that are all your own

You ’

re safe from « being overfedYou ’

re sweet ly picturesque in ragsYou never know th e aching headThat comes along with mo ney-bags

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And people sneered at one so poor,I never u sed my Peter

“

so

And when you’d lost your litt le all

,

And found yourse lf a thing despised ,I need not ask you to recallHow tenderly I sympathised

Then th e advice I ve poured on you ,

So fu ll of Wisdom”

and o f wit :All given gratis

,though ’

tis true

I m ight have fairly charged for it364

Pe ter and Pau l

Bu t I refrain from men tion ingFu l l many a deed I m ight relate

For boast ing is a kind Of thingThat I particu larly hate .

How vast th e total sum appearsOf all th e kindnesses I ’ve dOne ,From Childhood ’s half¢forgotten yearsDown t o that

,

Loan o f Apri l OneThat FiftyPounds You l itt le guessedHow deep It drained my slender store

But there ’

s a heart within this breast ,And I W ILL LEND

“

YOU F IFTY M ORE

No t so ,was Peter

’

s m ild reply,His cheeks all wet with gratefu l tearsNo man recalls, So we ll as I ,Your see es in bygone years

And this new o ffer,I admit ,

I s very very kindly m eant

Still , to_

avai l myse lf o f itWou ld no t be qu ite conven ient

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BRUNO ’S SONG

RISE, oh , rise ! Th e daylight diesTh e owls are hoot ing , t ing, tIng, t ing

Wake , oh , wake Beside the lakeTh e e lves are fluting, t ing, t ing, t ing

We lcom ing our Fairy King ,We s1ng, sing, sing.

Hear,oh , hear From far and near

Th e music stealing , t ing , t ing , t ingFairy bells adown th e dellsAre merrily pealing, t ing, t ing, t ing !Welcom ing our Fairy King ,We ring, ring , ring.

See , oh , see ! On every treeWhat lamps are shining,ting, t ing, t ing

They are eyes of fiery fliesTo light our dining , t ing, t ing, t ing

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THE THREE BADGERS

THERE be three Badgers on a mossy stone

Beside a dark and covered wayEach dreams himse lf a monarch on h is throne ,

And so they stay and stay

Though their o ld Father langu ishes alone ,They stay, and stay, and stay.

There be three Herrings lo itering around ,Longing to share that mossy seat

Each Herring tries to sing what sh e has foundThat makes Life seem so sweet .

Thus, with a grating and uncertain sound ,They bleat , and bleat , and bleat .

Th e Mother-Herrmg, on the salt sea-wave ,Sought vain ly for h er ~

absent ones :

The Father-Badger,writhing in a cave ,

Shrieked ou t Return ,my sons

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Th e Th ree Badgers

You shall have buns, h e shrieked , if you’ l l behave

Yea, buns, and buns, and buns

I fear, said sh e , your sons have gone -astray

My daughters .

left me while I slept . ”

Yes’m

,

”th e Badger said it

’

s as you say.

They shou ld be better kept .

”

Thus th e poor parents talked th e t ime away,

And wept , and wept , and wept .

Oh , dear beyond our dearest dreams,

Fairer than all that fairest seems

To feast th e rosy hours away,To reve l in a rounde lay

How blest wou ld beA life so free

Ipwergis-Pudding to consume ,

And drink th e subtle Azzigoom369

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LADY MURIEL ’S SONG

HE stept so light ly to th e land ,Al l in h is man ly pride

He kissed h er cheek , h e pressed h er hand ,Yet st il l she glanced aside .

Too gay h e seems,

”

sh e darkly dreams,

Too gallant and too gayTo think o f me— poor simple meWhen h e is far away

I bring my Love this goodly pearlAcross th e seas

,

”

h e said :A gem to deck th e dearest girlThat ever sailor wed

She Clasps it t ight h er eyes are brightHer throbbing heart wou ld say

He thought o f me—he thought of meWhen he was far away

The ship has sailed into th e West

Her o cean-bird is flownA du ll dead pain is in h er breast,And sh e is weak and lone

Yet there ’s a sm i le upon h er face,A smile that seems to say

Lady M uriel’

s Song

He ’ l l think of me—he ’ ll think o f me

When h e is far away

Though waters wide between us glide,

Our lives are warm and near

NO d istance parts two faithfu l heartsTwo hearts that love so dear :

And I will trust my sailor- lad,For ever and a day,

To think of me— to think of me

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FROM.

ACRO STIC

(Th e name is'

g1ven by th e th ird letter in . each lin e . )

DREAMS, that . e lude th e Waker’s frenzied graspHands, stark and St i ll , on a dead M o th er

’

s

'

breast

Which nevermore Shal l renderclasp for clasp,

O r deftly soothe a weeping Child to rest

In su chlike forms. m e listeth to'

_

-portrayMy Tale , here ended . Thou de liciou s FayTh e guardian o f a Sprite that lives to tease theeLoving in earn-est , chiding bu t In playTh e merrym ockingBruno Wh o

,that sees thee ,

Can fail to love thee , Darling, even as IMy sweetest Sylvie , must

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THE KING - FISHER SONG

KING FISHER courted Lady BirdSing Beans, sing Bones, sing ButterfliesFind m e my match

,

”

h e said ,With su ch a noble head

With su ch a beard,as white as curd

With such expressive eyes

Yet pins have heads , said Lady BirdSing Prunes, sing Prawns, sing Primrose

-Hill

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MATILDA JANE

MATILDA JANE, you never look

At any toy or picture-bookI show you pretty things in vainYou must be blind

,Mat ilda Jane

I ask you riddles,tell you tales,

Bu t all our conversat ion fails :You never answer me againI fear you

’

re dumb,Matilda -Jane

Matilda fdarling, when I callYou never seem to h ear

'

a t all

I shout with all my m ight and mainBut you

’

re so deaf, Matilda Jane380

WHAT TOTTLES MEANT

ONE thousand pounds per annuum

Is not so bad a figure,come ! ”

Cried Tottles. And I te ll you ,flat,

A man may marry we ll on’

thatTo say

‘

th e Husband needs th e WifeIs not the way to represent it .Th e crown ing joy o f Woman

’

s lifeIs Man 1 said Tottles (and h e meant it) .

The blissfu l Honeymoon is pastThe Pair have sett led down at lastMamma- in - law their home will share,And make their happiness h er care .

Your income is an ample one

G o it,my children (And they went it) .

I rayther think this kind of fun

Won’

t last said Tottles (and h e meant it) .382

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What To t t les M ean t

Poor M rs. T . cou ld bear no more,

Bu t fainted flat upon the floor.

Mamma- in - law, with. angu ish wild,

Seeks, all in vain ,to rouse her child .

Qu ick Take this box of sme lling- saltsDon ’

t sco ld h er, James, or you’ ll repent it

,

She ’s a dear girl , With all h er fau ltsSh e is groaned Tottles (and h e meant it) .

I was a donkey, Tottles cried ,To choose your daughter for my bride

’Twas you that bid us cut a dash’Tis you have brought us to this smashYou don ’

t suggest one smgle thingThat can in any way prevent itThen what ’s th e use of argu ing ?Shut up cried Tottles (and h e meant it) .

And,now th e mischief ’s done

,perhaps

You ’ ll kindly go and pack'

your traps ?Since two (your daughter and your son)Are Company, bu t three are

‘

none .

A course o f saving we ’ ll begin :

When change is needed , I ’

ll invent itDon

’

t think to pu t your finger inTh is pie cried Tottles (and h e meant it) .

See now this couple sett led downIn qu iet lodgings

,out o f town

Subm issive ly th e tearfu l wifeAccepts a plain and humble lifeYet begs one boon on bended kneeMy du cky- darling

,don ’

t re sent it

Mamma m ight come for two or threeNEVER ye lled To ttles. And h e meant it .

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’1 /I s

“

THE LITTLE MAN THAT HAD A LITTLE GUN

IN stature th e Man let was dwarfishNo burly big Blunderbore h e

And h e wearily gazed on th e crawfish

His Wifelet had dressed for h is tea.

Now reach m e,sweet Atom

,my gunlet ,

And hurl th e o ld sh oelet for luckLet me h ie to th e bank o f th e runlet ,

And shoot thee a.Duck

Sh e has reached h im . h is m in ikin gunletSh e has hurled th e o ld shoele t for luck

Sh e Is busily baking a bunlet ,

To welcome h im home with his Duck .

On h e Speeds, never wasting a wordlet ,Though th ough tlets cling , closely as wax,

To th e spot where th e beautiful birdletSo qu ietly quacks.

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Where th e Lobsterlet lurks,and th e Crablet

So slowly and sleepily crawlsWhere th e Do lphin ’

s at home, and th e Dablet

Pays long cerem onious callsWhere th e G rublet is sought by th e FrogletWhere th e Frog is pursued by th e Du ck

Where th e Ducklet is chased by the D oglet

So runs th e world ’s luck

He has loaded with bu llet and powderHis footfall is nmseless as air :

But th e Vo ices grow louder and louder,And bellow, and bluster, and blareThey brist le before h im and after

,

They flutter above and below,

Shrill shriekings o f lubberly laughter,We ird wailings of woe

They echo without h 1m , within h imThey thrill through h is whiskers and beard

Like a teetotum seem ing to spin h im ,

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Such as deck , with a deathless adorn ing,Th e Song of th e Shrimp ! n

When th e D ucklet’

s dark doom is decided ,We will trundle h im home in a trice

And th e banquet , so plainly provided ,Shal l round into rose-buds and rice

In a blaze of pragmat lc InventionHe shall wrest le with Fate , and shall reign

But he has not a friend fit to mention ,

So h it h im again

He has shot_it

, th e delicate darlingAnd th e Vo ices have ceased from their strife :

No t a whisper of sneering

'

or snarlingAs h e carries it home to h is wifeThen , cheerily champing th e bunletHis spouse was so skilfu l - to bake ,

He hies h im once more to th e run let ,To fetch her the Drake

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A SONG OF LOVE

SAY,what Is th e spe ll

,when h er fledgelings are

cheeping,

That lures th e bird hom e to h er nest ?

O r wakes th e t ired mo ther, whose infant is weeping,To cuddle and croon it to rest ?

What ’s th e magic that charms th e glad babe in herarms

,

Till it coo swith th e vo ice o f th e dove’

Tis a secret,and so let u s whisper it low

And th e nam e o f th e secret is Love

For I think it is Love,

For I fee l it is Love ,For I

’

m sure it is nothing but Love

Say, whence is th e vo ice that , when anger is burning ,Bids th e whirl o f th e tempest to cease

That stirs th e vexed sou l with an ach ingz—a yearning

For th e brotherly hand-grip o f peace ?Whence th e music that fills all our being— that thrillsAround u s

,beneath

, and above ?’Tis a secret none knows h ow it comes

,how it goes

Bu t th e name o f th e secret is Love !389

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THE PIG -TALE

Little Birds are diningWarily and well

H id in mossy cell

Hid, I say ,

by waiters

G orgeous in theirgaiters

I’

ve a Tale to tell .

Little Birds are feedingjustices with jam,

Rich in frizzled hainRich

, I say ,in oysters

“

Haunting shady cloisters

That is what I am.

Little Birds are teachingTigresses to smile

,

I nnocent of guile

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Th e Pig-Tale

Smile, I say ,not smirkle

M outh a semicircle,

That’

s theproper sty le

Little Birds are sleepingAll among the pins,Where the loser wins

Where,I say ,

he sneezes,

When and how hepleases

So the Tale begins

THERE was a Pig that sat aloneBeside a ru ined Pump :

By day and n ight h e made h is moan

I t wou ld have stirred a heart of stoneTo see h im wring h is hoo fs and groan ,

Because h e cou ld not jump .

A certain Came l heard '

him shoutA Came l with a hump .

Oh,is it Grief, or is it Gout ?

What i s this bellowing about ?That Pig replied , with qu ivering snout ,Because I cannot jump

That Came l scanned h im ,dreamy-eyed.

Methinks you are too plump .

I never knew a Pig so wideThat wobbled so . from side to sideWho cou ld

,however much h e tried ,

D o such a thing asjump

Yet mark those trees, two m iles away,All clustered in a clump

If you cou ld trot there twice a day,

Nor ever pau se for rest or play,In the far fu ture—Wh o can say ?

You may be fit to jump .

”

That Cam e l passed,and left h im there

Beside th e ru ined PumpOh

,horrid was that Pig ’s despair

His shrieks o f angu ish filled th e air

He wrung h is hoo fs,h e rent h is hair,

Because h e “ cou ld . not jump .

There was. a Frog that wandered byA sleek hr 1

Inspected h im .with fishy eye ,

And said O Pig, what makes you cry ?

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Uprose that Pig, and rushed , fu ll whack ,Against th e ru ined Pump

Ro lled over like an empty sack,

And settled down upon h is back ,While all h is bones at once went CrackIt was a fatal jump .

Little Birds are writingInteresting books,

To be read by cooks

Read,I say ,

not roasted

Letterpress, when'

toasted,

Loses ztsgood looks.

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That Came l passed,as day grew dim

Around th e ru ined PumpO broken heart O broken limb

It needs, ” that Cam e l said to h im ,.

Something more fairy- like and slim ,

To execu te a jump

That Pig lay‘

still as any stone ,

And cou ld not st ir a stumpNor ever, if th e truth were known ,

Was h e again observed to mOan ,

Nor ever wrmg h is hoofs and groan ,

Because h e cou ld not jump .

That Frog made no remark,for h e

Was dismal as a dump :398

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Th ree Sunsets

In dreamy music seemed to ro l lThrough th e dark chambers of h is sou l .

So after many years h e came

A wanderer from a distant shoreTh e street , th e house , were st i ll the same ,

But those h e sou ght were there no more

His burn ing words, h is hopes and fears,

Unheeded fe ll on alien ears .

On ly th e children from the ir playWou ld pause th e mournful tale to hear,Shrinking in half- alarm away,

O r, step by step , wou ld venture nearTo tou ch with t im id curious handsThat Strange wi ld man from o ther lands.

He sat beside th e busy street ,

There , where h e last had seen her faceAnd thronging memories, bitter- sweet ,S eemed yet to haunt the ancient placeHer footfal l ever floated near

Her vo ice was ever in h is ear.

He somet imes, as the daylight wanedAnd even ing m ists began to ro ll ,

In h alf- so liloquy complainedO f that black shadow on h is sou l ,

And blindly fanned , with crue l care ,Th e ashes of a vain despair.

The summer fled the lone ly man

St ill lingered out the lessen ing daysSti ll , as the night drew on

, wou ld scanEach passing face with closer gaze

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Three Sunsets

Till, sick at heart , h e turned away,

And sighed Sh e will no t come to -day

So by degrees h is spirit bentTo mock its own despairing cry,

In stern se lf- torture to inventNew luxuries of agony,

And people all th e vacant spaceWith V1SIOns of h er perfect face .

Then for a moment sh e was n igh ,He heard no step , bu t sh e was there

As if an ange l sudden lyWere bodied from th e Viewless air,

And all h er fine ethereal fram e

Shou ld fade as swift ly as H came .

So , half in fancy’

s sunny trance ,And half in m isery

’

s aching vo id ,With set and stony countenanceHis bitter be ing h e enjoyed ,

And thrust for ever from h is m indTh e happiness h e cou ld no t find.

As when th e wretch , in lone ly room,

To se lfish death is madly hurled ,Th e glamour o f that fatal fume

Shuts ou t th e wholesome livingwo rldSo all h is manhood ’

s strength and prideOne sickly dream had swept aside .

Yea, brother, and we passed h im there,

But yesterday, in m erry m ood,

And marve lled at th e lordly ai r

That shamed h is “beggar’s att itude ,

Th ree Sunsets

Nor heeded that ourse lves m ight beWretches as desperate as h e

Wh o let th e thought of bliss deniedMake havoc o f our life and powers,

And pine , in so litary pride ,For peace that never shall be ours

,

Because we wi l l not work and’

wait

In trustfu l patience for our fate .

And So it chanced once more that SheCame by th e o ld fam iliar spo t

The face h e wou ld have died to see

Bent o ’

er h im , and h e knew it“

not

Too rapt in se lfish grief to hear,Even when happiness was near.

And pity fil led her gent le breastFo r h im that wou ld not st ir nor speak

Th e dying crimson o f the west ,That faintly tinged h is haggard cheek ,Fel l on h er as sh e stood , and shedA glory round th e patient head .

Ah,let h im wake Th e moments flyThis awfu l tryst may be th e last .

And see , th e tear, that dimmed h er eye ,Had fallen on h im ere sh e passed

Sh e passed th e crim sonpaled to grayAnd hope departed with th e day.

The heavy hours of n ight went by,And Silence qu ickened into sound ,

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THE PATH OF ROSES

[Written soon after th e Crimean War, when th e

name o f Florence Nightingale had already become a

househo ld-word ]IN the dark silence o f an ancient room ,

Whose one tal l window fronted to th e West ,

Where , through laced tendri ls of a hanging vine ,Th e sunset - glowwas fading into n ight ,Sat a pale Lady, rest ing weary handsUpon a great clasped vo lume, and h er faceWithin h er hands . No t as in rest she bowed ,Bu t large hot tears were coursing down h er cheek ,And h er low- panted sobs broke awefu llyUpon th e sleeping echoes of th e n ight .

Soon sh e unclasp’

d th e vo lume once again ,

And read th e words in tone o f agony,As in self- torture , weeping as She read

He crowns the glory of his raceHe prayeth but zn somefi t placeT0 meet h is f oeman face to face

And, battlingfor the True, the Righ t,From ruddy dawn to purple nigh t ,To perish in the midmostfight

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Th e Path o f Ro ses

Where hearts arefierce and hands are strong,Wherepeals the bugle loud and long,

Where blood is dropping in the throng

Still, with a dimandglazingeye,

To watch the tide of victory ,

To hear in death the battle- cry

Then, gatheredgrandly to h i sgrave,To rest among the true and brave,

In holy ground, where yew- trees wave

Where, from church -windows sculptured fair,Float out upon the evening air

The note of praise, the voice ofprayer

Where no vain marble mockeryInsults with loud and boastful lieThe simple soldier

’

s memory

Where“

sometimes little children go ,

And read,in whisper

’

d accent slow

The name of h im who sleeps below.

Her vo ice died out like one in dreams she sat .

Alas Sh e sighed . For what can Woman do

Her life is aim less, and her death unknownHemmed in by social forms she pines in vain .

Man has h is work , but what can Woman do

And answer came t here from th e creeping gloom ,

The creeping gloom that sett led into nightPeace For thy lot is other than a man

’

s

His is a path of thorns h e beats them downHe faces death h e wrest les with despair.

Thine is of roses, to adorn and cheer409

Th e Path o f Ro ses

His lone ly life , and hide th e th orns l l n flowers.

Sh e spake again in bitter tone sh e spakeAye , as a toy, th e puppet of an hour,

O r a fair posy,newly plu cked at morn ,

But flung aside andwithered ere th e night .

And answer cam e there from th e creepIng gloom ,

The creeping glo om that blackened into n ightSo shalt thou be th e lamp to light h is path ,What t im e th e shades o f sorrow clo se around .

And,so it seemed to h er, an awfu l light

Pierced Slowly through th e darkness, orbed , and grew,

Un til all passed away—th e ancient ro om

Th e sun light dying through the tre llised vineTh e one tal l window— all had passed away,And sh e was standing on th e m ighty hills.

Beneath , around , and far as eye could see ,Squadron on squadron,stretched Opposing hosts,Ranked as for batt le , mu te and mot ion less.

Anon a distant thunder shook th e ground ,The tramp of horses, and a troop sho t byPlunged headlong in that living sea o f men

Plunged to the ir death back from that fatal fie ldA scattered handfu l , fight ing hard for life ,Broke through th e serried

l

lines but , as sh e gazed ,They shrank and me lted , and the ir forms grew thinGrew pale as ghosts when th e first morn ing rayDawns from th e East— th e trumpet ’s brazen blareD ied into silence— and the vision passedPassed to a room where Sick and dying layIn long

,sad line— there brooded Fear and Pain

Darkness was there , th e shade o f'

Azrae l s wmg.

Bu t there,was one that ever

,to and fro ,

Moved with light footfall pure ly calm her face ,41 0

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THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF

DEATH

HARK, said the dy ing man ,

and sighed,To that complain ing tone

Like sprite condemned, each event ide ,

To walk th e world alone .

At sunset , when th e air is still ,I hear it creep from yonder hillI t breathes upon m e

,dead and chil l ,

A moment , and i s gone .

My son ,it m inds me o f a day

Left half a life behind ,That I have prayed to put awayFor ever from my m ind .

Bu t bitter mem ory wil l not dieI t haunts my sou l when none is n ighI hear its whisper in th e sighO f that complain ing wind .

And now in -d eath my'

sou l is fainTo te l l th e tale of fear

That hidden in my breast hath lainThrough many a weary year

Yet t ime wou ld fai l to ut ter all

The evil Spe lls that he ld me thrall ,4 1 2 .

Th e Valley o f th e Sh adow o f D eath

And thrust my life from fal l to fal l ,Thou needest not to hear.

The spe lls that bound m e with a chain,

Sin ’

s stern behests to do ,

Till Pleasure ’

s se lf, invoked in vain ,

A heavy burden grewTill from my spirit ’s fevered eye ,A hunted thing , I seemed to flyThrough th e dark woods that underlieYon mountain - range o f blue .

Deep In those wo ods I found a valeNo sun light visiteth

,

Nor star,nOr.wandering moonbeam pale

Where never comes th e breathO f summer-breeze— there in m ine ear

,

Even as I lingered half in fear,I heard a whisper

,co ld and clear,

That is th e gate o f Death .

O b itter is it to abideIn weariness al-way

At dawn to sigh for event ide ,At '

eventide for day.

Thy noon hath fled thy sun hath shoneThe brightness of thy day is goneWhat need to lag and linger onTill life be co ld and gray

O we ll , it said , beneath yon poo l ,In some sti l l cavern deep

,

Th e fevered brain m ight slumber coo l,Th e eyes forget to weep

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Th e Valley o f th e Sh adow o f D eath

Within that goblet ’s myst ic rimAre draughts of healing , stored for h imWhose heart is sick , whose sight is dim ,

Wh o prayeth but to Sleep

Th e even ing-breeze Went moanmg by,Like mourner

‘

fo r th e dead ,And stirred , with shri ll complaining Sigh ,The tree- tops overhead

My guardian -ange l seemed to standAnd mutely wave a warn ing handWith sudden terror all unmanned

,

I turned myse lf and fled

A cottage-gate stood open wideSoft fe l l th e dying ray

O n two fair children , side by side ,That rested from their play

Together bent th e earnest head ,As ever and anon they readFrom one clear Book th e words theyCome back to me to -day.

Like twin cascades On mountain-stairTogether wandered down

Th e r1pples of the go lden hair,The ripples of the brown

While , through the tangled silken haze ,Blue eyes looked forth in eager gaze ,More starlike than th e gems that blazeAbout a monarch ’

s crown .

My son , there comes to each an hourWhen sin-ks th e Spirit ’s pride

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Th e Valley o f th e Shadow o f D eath“

Though , parted from my aching sight,

Like homeward- Speeding dove ,Sh e passed into th e perfect lightThat flo ods th e world above

Yet our twin spirits, we l l I know

Though one abide in pain be lowLove

,as in summers long ago ,

And evermore shal l love .

So with aglad and patient heartI move toward m ine end

Th e streams, that flow awhile apart ,Shall both in ocean blend .

I dare no t weep I can but blessTh e Love that pit ied my distress,And lent me

, in Life ’

s wilderness,So sweet and true a friend .

But if there be— O if’

there be

A truth in what they say,

That ange l- forms we cannot seeG 0 with us on our way

Then sure ly She is with me here ,-I dim ly fee l h er Spirit nearThe morn ing-m ists grow thin and

And Death brings in the D ay.

April 1868.

SOLITUDE

I LOVE the st il lness of the woodI love the music of the ril l

I love to cou ch in pensive moodUpon some si lent hill .

Scarce heard , beneath yon arch ing trees,The silver- crested ripples pass

And, like a m im ic brook , the breezeWhispers among the grass.

Here from the world I win re lease ,Nor scorn of men

,nor footstep rude ,

Break in to mar th e ho ly peaceO f this great so litude .

Here may the si lent tears I weepLu ll the vexed Spirit into rest ,

As infants sob themse lves to sleepUpon a mother’s breast .

But when the bitter hour is gone ,And th e keen throbbing pangs are still ,

Oh , sweetest then to couch aloneUpon some SIlent hill

To live in joys that once have been ,

To put the co ld world out o f sight ,4 1 7

So litude

And deck life ’

s drear and barren sceneWith hues of rainbow- light .

Forwhat to man th e gift of breath ,If sorrow be h is lo t below

If all th e day that ends in deathBe dark wi th clouds of woe

Shall the poor transport o f an hourRepay long years of sore distress

Th e fragrance Of a lone ly flowerMake glad th e wilderness

Ye go lden hours o f Life’

sy oung spring,

O f innocence,o f love and truth

Bright , beyond all imaglmng,

Thou fairy- dream o f youth

I ’d give all wealth that years have piled ,The slow resu lt o f Life ’

s decay,T0 be once more a little childFo r ~

one bright summer-day.

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Beatrice

Whose blue eyes are deep fountains of light ,Cheering the poet that broodeth apart ,Filling with gladness h is deso late heart ,

Like th e moon when sh e shines thro ’

a cloudlessn ight

On a world o f silence and shade .

And th e visions waver and faint ,And the Visions van ish awayThat my fancy de lighted to paintShe is here at my side , a living child ,With the glowing cheek and th e tresses

N'

or death-pale martyr, nor radiant saint ,Yet stain less and bright as they.

For I think , if a grim wi ld beastWere to come from h is charnel- cave ,

From h is jungle - home in th e EastStealthily creeping wi th bated breath ,Stealthily creeping with eyes o f death

He wou ld all forget h is dream o f th e feast ,

And crouch at her feet a Slave .

She wou ld twine her hand in h is mane

She wou ld pratt le in Si lvery tone ,Like th e t inkle of summer-rainQuest ion ing h im with h er laughing eyes,Questioning h im with a glad surprise ,

Till she caught from those fierce eyes againTh e love that lit h er own .

And be sure , if a savage heart ,In a mask o f human gu ise ,

Beatrice

Were to come on her here apartBound for a dark and a deadly deed ,Hurr

'

ying past with pitiless SpeedHe wou ld suddenly falter and gu i lt ily start

At th e glance of h er pure blue eyes.

Nay, be sure , if an ange l fair,

A bright seraph undefiled,

Were to stoop from th e trackless air,

Fain wou ld sh e l i nger In glad amazeLovingly linger to ponder and gaze ,With a sister’s love and a sister’s cOn th e happy, innocent child.

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STOLEN WATERS

THE light was faint,and soft th e air

That breathed around the pla ;ceAnd sh e was l ithe , and tall , and fair,And with awayward graceHer queen ly head she bare .

With glowing cheek , with gleaming eye ,She met me on th e way

My spirit owned th e witcheryWithin h er sm i le that lay

I fo llowed h er, I knew not why.

The trees were thick with many a fru it ,Th e grass with many a flower

My sou l was dead , my tongue was mute

In that accursed hour.

And, in my dream , with silvery vo ice ,Sh e said

,or seemed to say,

Youth is the season to rejo iceI cou ld not choose but stayI n could not say her nay.

She plucked a branch above her head ,With rarest fru itage ladenDrink of the ju i ce , Sir Knight , Sh e said

’Tis good for kn ight and maiden .

”

422

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Sto len Waters

In th e gray light I saw h er face ,And it was withered , o ld, and gray

The flowers were fading in their place ,Were fading with th e fading day.

Forth from h er, like a hunted deer,Through all that ghast ly night I fled,

And st i l l behind me seemed to hearHer fierce unflagging tread

And scarce drew breath for fear.

Yet marked I we l l how strangely seemedTh e heart within my breast to sleepSilent it lay, or so I dreamed ,With never a throb or leap .

For hers was nowmy heart , she Said ,Th e heart that once had been m ine own

And in my b reast I bore insteadA co ld , co ld heart o f stone .

So grew th e morn ing overhead .

The sun sh ot downward through the treesHis o ld fam iliar flame

Al l ancient sounds upon the breezeFrom copse and meadow came

But I was not the same .

They cal l me mad I sm i le , I weep ,Uncaring h ow or why

Yea, when one

’

s heart is laid “

asleep,What better than to die

So that th e grave be dark and deep .

424

Sto len Waters

To die To die And yet , methinks,I drink of life , to -day,

Deep as th e thirsty trave ller drinksO f fountain by the way

My vo ice is sad, my heart is gay.

When yestereve was on the wane ,I heard a clear vo ice singing

So sweet ly that , like summer- rain ,

My happy tears came springingMy human heart returned again .

A rosy child,

Sitting and singing,in agarden fair,

Thejoy of hearing, seeing,

The simplejoy of beingOr twining rosebuds in the golden hair

That ripplesfree and wild.

A sweet pale child

Wearily looking to the purpleWest

Waiting the great For- ever

That suddenly shall sever

The cruel chains that hold herfrom her restBy earth -joys unbeguiled.

An angel- child

Gazi ngwith living eyes on a deadfaceThe mortalformforsaken ,

That none may now awaken ,

That lieth painless, moveless in herplace,As though in death she smiled

Sto len Waters

So shalt thou singfor very joy of breathSo shalt thou wait thy dy ing,

In ho ly transport ly ingSO pass rejoicing. through the gate of death ,

I n garment undefiled.

Then cal l m e what they wi ll , I knowThat now my sou l is glad

If this be madness,better so

,

Far better to be mad,

Weeping or sm iling as I go .

Fo r if I weep,it is that now

I see h ow deep a

l

loss is m ine,

And fee l h ow bright ly round my browTh e coronal m ight Shine ,

Had I but kept mine early vow

And if I sm i le , it is that nowI see th e prom ise o f th e years

Th e garland wa1t1ng for my brow,

That “

must be won with tears,

With pain— with death— I care no t

May 9 , 1 862 .

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Th e 'Willow-Tree

Wh ile h e Is by, I’l l come not nigh

My weeping Willow-Tree .

But when I die , oh , let me lie

Beneath thy loving ShadeThat h e may lo iter care less by,Where I am lowly lai d .

And let th e white white marble te ll ,If h e shou ld St '

o'

op to se e ,

Here lies a maid that loved thee we ll ,Beneath th e Willow-Tree .

’

ONLY A WOMAN ’S HAIR

After th e death o f Dean Swift , there was foundamong h is papers a smal l packet con tain ing a Singlelock o f hair and inscribed with “

th e above

ONLY a woman’

s hair Fling it asideA bubble on Life ’

s m ighty stream

Heed it no t , man,but watch th e broaden ing t ide

Bright with th e western beam .

Nay In thosewords there rings from other yearsTh e echo o f a long low cry,

Where a proud spirit wrest les with its tearsIn lone liest agony .

And, as I to uch that lock , strange Vi s10ns throngUpon my sou l with dreamy grace

Of woman ’

S hair, th e theme o f poet ’S songIn every t ime and place .

A child ’

s bright tresses,by th e breezes kissed

To sweet disorder as she flies,

Ve iling,beneath a cloud o f go lden m ist ,

Flushed cheek and laughing eyes

O r fringing , like a shadow,raven - black

,

Th e glory o f a queen - like face

O nly a Woman’

s Hair

Or from a gipsy ’

s sunny brow tossed backIn wi ld and wanton grace

Or crown - like on th e hoary head o f Age ,

Whose tale o f life is we ll-nigh to ldOr, last , in dreams I make my pilgrimage

To Bethany Of o ld.

I see the feast— th e purple and th e go ldThe gathering crowd o f Pharisees

,

Whose scornfu l eyes are centred to beholdYon woman on her knees.

Th e stifled sob rings strange ly on m 1ne ears,

Wrung from the depth of sin ’

s despairAnd st il l sh e bathes th e sacred feet With tears,

And wipes. them with h erhair.

He scorned not then th e simple loving deedO f her, th e lowest and th e last

Then scorn not thou , bu t u se with earnest heedThis re lic of the past .

Th e eyes that loved it once no longer wakeSo lay it by with reverent care

Touching it tenderly for sorrow’

s sakeIt is a woman

’

s hair.

Feb. 1 7 , 1 862 .

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Th e Sailor’

s Wife

St ill that phantom - ship is nighWith a vexed and life - like mo tion

,

Al l beneath an angry sky,

Rocking on an angry o cean .

Round th e straining mast and ShroudsThrong th e spirits of the storm

Darkly seen through driving clouds,Bends each gaunt and ghast ly form .

See The good ship yields at lastDumbly yi e lds, and fights no more

Driving , in th e frant ic blast ,Headlong on the fatal shore .

Hark I hear h er battered sideWith a low and su llen Shock ,

Dashed,am id the foam ing t ide ,

Fu l l upon a sunken rock .

His face shines out against the Sky,Like a ghost

,so co ld and white

With a dead despairing eyeGazing through the gathered night .

Is h e watching , through th e dark ,Where a mocking ghost ly hand

Pomts a faint and feeble SparkG limmermg from the distant land

Sees h e,in this hour o f dread ,

Hearth and home and wife and childLoved ones wh o

,in summers fled,

Clung to h im and wept and sm iled432

Th e Sailo r’

s Wife

Ree ling sinks the fated barkTo h er tomb beneath th e wave

Must h e perish in th e darkNo t a hand stretched o ut to save

See the spirits , h ow they crowdWatching death with eyes -that burn

Waves rush in she shrieks aloud ,Ere h erwaking sense return .

Th e storm is gone the skies are clearHush

’

d is that bitter cry o f painTh e on ly sound

,that meets her ear

,

The heaving '

o f the su llen main .

Though heaviness endure th e n 1gh t ,

Yet joyShal l come with break o f dayShe shudders with a strange de lightThe fearfu l dream is paSs

’

d away.

She wakes th e gray dawn streaks th e darkWith early song th e copses ring

Far'

o ff Sh e hears th e watch-dog barkA joyfu l bark o f we lcom ing

Feb. 23, 1 857 .

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AFTER THREE DAYS

Written after see ing Ho lman Hunt ’s picture ,The F i nding of

“

Christ in the

I STOOD within th e gateO f a great temple , ’

m id the living streamO f worshippers that thronged its regal stateFair- pictured in my dream .

Jewe ls and go ld were thereAnd flo ors o f marble lent a crystal sheenTo body forth , as In a lower air

,

Th e wonders o f th e scene .

Su ch wild and lavish graceHad whispers in it o f a com ingd oom

As richest flowers lie strown about thefaceO f h er that waits th e tomb .

Th e wisest o f the landHad gathered t here

,three so lemn tryst lng

-days,For high debate men stood on either handTo listen and to gaze .

Th e agedbrows were bent ,Bent to a frown

,half thought , and half annoy,

That all the ir stores o f subt lest argumentWere baffled by a boy.

434

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After Three D ays

Look into those deep eyes,

Stirred to unrest by breath o f com ing strife ,Unt i l a longing in thy sou l ariseThat this indeed were life

That thou cou ldst find Him there ,Bend at His sacred feet thy willing knee ,

And from thy heart“pour o ut th e passionate prayer,

Lord , let me fo l low Thee

But see th e crowd divideMother and sire have found the ir lost one now

Th e gent le vo ice,that fain

.

Wou ld seem to chide ,Whispers

,Son , why hast thou

In tone o f sad amazeThus dealt with us

, that art our dearest thingBeho ld , thy Sire and I , three weary days,Have sought thee sorrowing

And I had stayed to hearThe loving words,

“

How is it that ye soughtBut that the sudden lark , with matins clear,Severed the links of thought .

Then over all there fe l lShadow and si lence and my dreamWas fled,As fade the phantoms of a Wizard ’s ce l lWhen the dark charm is said .

Yet In the gathering light ,I lay with half-Shu t eyes that wou ld no t wake ,Lovingly clinging to the skirts o f n ightFor that sweet Vision ’

s sake .

“

Feb. 1 6, 1 861 .

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FACES IN THE FIRE

THE n ight creeps onward , sad and SlowIn these red embers ’ dying glowThe forms o f Fancy come and go .

An i sland- farm— broad seas of cornSt irred by th e wandering breath of morn

The happy spot where I was born .

The picture fadeth inits placeAm id the glow I seem to traceThe shift ing semblance of a face .

’Tis now a litt le childish formRed lips for kisses pouted warmAnd elf- lo cks tangled in th e storm .

’Tis now a grave and gent le maid ,At h er own beauty half afraid,Shrinking , and willing to be stayed

“

.

Oh , Time was young , and Life was warm ,

When first I saw that fairy- form , _

Her dark hair tossing in th e storm .

And fast and free these pu lses played ,When last I met that gent le maidWhen last her hand in mine was laid.

Faces in th e Fire

Those locks o f jet are turned to gray,And sh e is strange '

and far awayThat m ight have been m ine own to - day

That m ight have been mine own,my dear,

Through many and many a happy yearThat might have sat beside me here .

Ay,change less through th e changing scene ,

Th e ghost ly whisper rings be tween,

Th e dark refrain o f m igh t have b een .

Th e race is o ’

er I m ight have run

Th e deeds are past I m ight have doneAnd sere th e wreath I m ight have won .

Sunk i s th e last -faint flickering blazeTh e VlSl O I l o f departed daysIs vanish ede ven as I gaze .

Th e pictures, with the ir ruddy light ,Are changed to dust and ash es white

,

I am left alone with n ight .

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PUCK LOST AND FOUND

ACROSTIC

Inscribed in two books presented to a litt legirl and boy, as a sort o f memento o f a visit paid bythem to th e au thor one day,

“

on which o ccasion h e

taught them the pastime of fo lding paper“ pisto ls.’

PUCK has fled the haunts of men

Ridicu le has made h im waryIn th e woods

,and down the glen ,

No one meets a Fairy

Cream th e greedy Goblin cr1eS

Empt ies th e deserted dairySteals th e spoons

,and o ff h e flies .

St i ll we Seek our Fairy

Ah What form is enteringLove lit eyes and laughter airy

Is no t this a better thing,

Child,whose visit thus I sing ,

Even than a FairyNov. 22

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44° K

Puck Lo st and Fo und

PUCK has ventured back agenRidicu le

'

no more affrights h imIn th e very haunts o f men

Newer sport de lights h im .

Capering light ly to and fro ,

Everfro licking and funn ingCrack l th e m im ic pisto ls goHark Th e no ise is stunning l

Al l too soon wi l l Childhood gayRealise Life ’

s sober sadness.

Let ’s be merry while we may,

Innocent and h appy FayE lveswere made for gladness

Nov.

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Index to First Lines

How sh al l I be a po et

Hush -a-by lady ,In Alice ’

s lap

I ch arm i n vain fo r never again

I dream t I dwe lt In m arble h al lsI h ave a fairy by m y side

I h ave a h o rse—a rygh te goode h o rse

I love th e st illness o f th e wo odI m e t an aged ,

aged m an

I never loved a dear G aze lleI pain ted h er a gu sh ing th ingI s ing a place wh ere in agree

I sto od with in th e gateIf such a th ing h ad been my though tIf th ou wou ldst view th e Be lfry arigh tI ’l l te l l th ee everyth ing I canI ’m EM In ent In RHYM E sh e saIdIn h er eyes is th e living ligh t .

In stature th e M an le t was dwarfishIn th e dark silence o f an anc ien t ro omIn win ter

, wh en th e fie lds are wh iteIs all our Life , th en ,

bu t a dream

Is it th e glow o f consc iou s prideI t is th e lawyer’s daugh ter

John gave h is bro th er Jam es a box :

Ju st th e p lace fo r a Snark th e Be llman cr1ed

King Fish er courted Lady BirdLadies and G en t lem en seem s st iffened co ld

Lady Clara Vere de VereLady dear, if Fairies m ayLe t craft , am bit ion ,

sp ite

Li ttle Birds are diningLitt le m aiden s

,wh en you lo ok

Lo ok o n th e Quadrangle o f Ch rist

Love - ligh ted eyes , th at will no t startM aiden

,th ough thy h eart may quail

M aiden s if a m aid yo u m ee t

M aidens,if you love th e tale

M an naturally loves de layM at ilda Jan e , you n ever lo o kM e th ough t I walked a dism al p laceM u seum l lo y eliest bu ilding o f th e p lainM y First is s ingu lar at bestM y first lends h is aid wh en I p lunge intotradeM y m o th er bids m e b ind my h air, ’

O h,do no t fo rge t th e day wh en we m et

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O h pudgy podgy pup 1O ne th ousand pounds per annuum

O ne win ter n igh t , at h alf-past n in eO n ly a woman

’

s h air !” Fling it aside !

O u r Lat in bo oks , in m o t ley rowO urWillie h ad been sae lang awa

’

Peter is poo r, said noble Pau lPuck h as fled th e h aun ts o f m en

Puck h as ventured back agenRise

,oh , rise Th e dayl igh t dies

Ro und th e wondrous globe I wander W ildSaid th e M o on to th e SunSay , Wh at Is th e spe l l wh en h er fledglings are cheepingSee Th ere are tears upon h er faceSeek ye Love , ye fairy- sprites

Sh al l so ldiers tread th e m u rderou s path ofwar .

Sh e’

s all my fan cy pain ted h imSister, si ster, go to bed

Speak rough ly to you r litt le bOyTh e air is brigh t with h u es o f ligh tTh e day was wet , th e rain fe l l souseTh e ladye sh e sto od at h er lat tice h ighTh e ligh t was fain t , and so ft th e air

Th e m o rn was brigh t , th e steeds were ligh tTh e n igh t creeps o nward

,sad and slow

Th e royal MAB, deth ron ed ,discrowned

Th e sun was sh in ing on th e sea

Th e You th at Eve h ad drunk h is fi llTh ere are certain th ings

— as a spider, a gh o st

Th ere be th ree Badgers o n a m o ssy ston e

Th ere was a Pig that sat aloneTh ere was a young lady o f stat ion

Th ere was an an cien t City , stricken downTh ere wasan eccen tric o ld draper

Th ere was an o ld farm er o f ReadallTh ere was once a young man o f O po rta

Th ere were two bro th ers at Twyfo rd sch o o lTh ey passed beneath th e Co llege gateTh ey to ld m e you h ad been to h er

Th ree ch ildren (th e ir nam es were so fearfu lTh ree little m aiden s weary o f th e rai lTh ree little maids, on e win ter dayTh ree sisters at breakfast were feeding th e cat’Tis a m e lanch o ly song’Tis th e vo ice o f th e Lobster ; I h eard h im declareTo th e Looking-G lass wo rld it was Alice th at said’

Twas brillig, and th e slithy toves

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Twinkle , twinkle , litt l'e batTwo l itt le girls n ear London dwe llTwo th ieves wen t ou t to steal on e dayWe lived beneath th e m at

Were I to take an iron gun

Wh at h and m ay wreath e th y natal crownWh at is m o st like a bee in M ayWh en M aggie o nce to O xfo rd cam e

Wh en . a . y and I . a

Wh en m idn igh t m ists are creepingWh en o n th e sandy sh o re I s i tWh en th e King found th at h is m on eyWiffie I

’

m sure th at som eth ing is th e m atter

Wil l you walk a litt le faster ? said a wh it ing to a snailWith saddest mu sic all day longWritten by M aggie B

You are o ld,Fath erWilliam , th e young man said

Ytte wes a m irke an dre iry cave

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