THE SUPPER SUPERSTITION A PATHETIC BALLAD "Oh flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!"-MERCUTIO. I "TWAS twelve o'clock by Chelsea chimes, When all in hungry trim, Good Mister Jupp sat down to sup With wife, and Kate, and Jim. When, whiter than the tablecloth, III "O father dear, O mother dear, Dear Kate, and brother Jim— You know when some one went to sea Don't cry-but I am him! IV "You hope some day with fond embrace To greet your absent Jack, But oh, I am come here to say I'm never coming back! V "From Alexandria we set sail, With corn, and oil, and figs, But steering 'too much Sow,' we struck VI "The ship we pumped till we could see Old England from the tops; When down she went with all our hands, Right in the Channel's Chops. VII "Just give a look in Norey's chart, I think it says twelve fathom deep, VIII "Well, there we are till 'hands aloft,' The pug I had for brother Jim, IX "But oh, my spirit cannot rest Till I've appeared to you and said- X “You live on land, and little think What passes in the sea; Last Sunday week, at 2 P.M., That Cod was picking me! XI "Those oysters, too, that look so plump, And seem so nicely done, They put my corpse in many shells, Instead of only one. XII "Oh, do not eat those oysters then, XIII "Don't eat what brutes would never eat, The brutes I used to pat, They'll know the smell they used to smell, Just try the dog and cat!” XIV The spirit fled-they wept his fate, And cried, Alack, alack! At last up started brother Jim, XV They called the Dog, they called the Cat, And down they put the Cod and sauce, XVI Old Tray licked all the oysters up, XVII The thing was odd, and minus Cod THE DUEL A SERIOUS BALLAD "Like the two Kings of Brentford smelling at one nosegay." IN Brentford town, of old renown, There lived a Mister Bray, To see her ride from Hammersmith, Such fair outsides are seldom seen, Such Angels on a Cloud. Said Mr. Bray to Mr. Clay, You choose to rival me, And court Miss Bell, but there your court Unless you now give up your suit, So pray before you woo her more, If you pop aught to Lucy Bell- Said Mr. Clay to Mr. Bray, Your threats I quite explode; And so I say to you unless I who have shot and hit bulls' eyes, Now gold is oft for silver changed, But these two went away to give But first they sought a friend apiece, When they were dead, they thus should have To measure out the ground not long And having taken one rash step, They next prepared each pistol-pan Now all was ready for the foes, But when they took their stands, Fear made them tremble so, they found They both were shaking hands. Said Mr. C. to Mr. B., Here one of us may fall, And like St. Paul's Cathedral now Be doomed to have a ball. I do confess I did attach Misconduct to your name; If I withdraw the charge, will then |