Since that night, taking pains that it should not be bruited Abroad in society, I've instituted A course of inquiry, extensive and thorough, On this vital subject; and find, to my horror, That the fair Flora's case is by no means surprising, From this unsupplied destitution of dress, Oh! ladies, dear ladies, the next time you meet, Have hunted their victims to gloom and despair; As you sicken and shudder and fly from the door! THE VISION OF THE ALDERMAN. HENRY S. LEIGH. AN Alderman sat at a festive board, Quaffing the blood-red wine, And many a Bacchanal stave outpour'd And the bibulous Alderman wink'd his eye, But a cloud came o'er his gaze eftsoons, He bow'd his head at the festive board, Far, carried away on the wings of Sleep, Till he saw vast holiday crowds in Chepe Guns were booming and bells ding-dong'd, And still, wherever the burghers throng'd, Scarlet Sheriffs, the City's pride, The whole of the courtyard just outside And, in front of the central gateway there, A marvellous chariot roll'd, (Like gingerbread at a country fair 'Twas cover'd with blazing gold). Was brought to the big stone gate; And they begg'd that being to mount and ride In that elegant coach of state. But, oh! he was fat, so ghastly fat Was that being of pomp and pride, That, in spite of many attempts thereat, He couldn't be push'd inside. That being was press'd, but press'd in vain, The gilded vehicle rock'd again, The slumbering alderman groan'd a groan, Some horrible semblance to his own And, "Oh!" he cried, as he started up; Farewell for ever the baneful cup And the noxious turtle fat!" They carried him up the winding-stair; And they left him, sleeping the sleep of care, (From "Carols of Cockayne," by permission of Messrs. Chatto & Windus.) FATHER WILLIAM. LEWIS CARROLL. [See p. 528.] "You are old, Father William," the young man said, "In my youth," Father William replied to his son, But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again." "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before, Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door— "In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, By the use of this ointment- -one shilling the box- "You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak- "In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law, And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your noseWhat made you so awfully clever ?" "I have answered three questions, and that is enough," (By permission of the Author.) THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE. [See page 110.] A WELL there is in the west country, An oak and an elm-tree stand beside, A traveller came to the well of St. Keyne, For from the cock-crow he had been travelling, He drank of the water so cool and clear, And he sat down upon the bank Under the willow-tree. There came a man from the house hard by At the well to fill his pail; On the well-side he rested it, And he bade the stranger hail. "Now, art thou a bachelor, stranger ?" quoth he, The happiest draught thou hast drank this day, That ever thou didst in thy life. "Or hath thy good woman, if one thou hast, For an if she have, I'll venture my life, She has drank of the well of St. Keyne." "I have left a good woman who never was here," The stranger he made reply, "But that my draught should be the better for that, pray you answer me why ?” I "St. Keyne," quoth the Cornish-man, "many a time Drank of this crystal well, And before the angels summon'd her, "If the husband of this gifted well For he shall be master for life. "But if the wife should drink of it first, God help the husband then!" The stranger stooped to the well of St. Keyne, "You drank of the well I warrant betimes ?" He to the Cornish-man said: But the Cornish-man smiled as the stranger spake, And sheepishly shook his head. "I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done, But i' faith she had been wiser than me, ONLY SEVEN! A PASTORAL STORY, AFTER WORDSWORTH. |