Etiquette (25 "But stay," said Mr. Peter; " when in England, as you know, I earned a living tasting teas for Baker, Croop, and Co., I may be superseded-my employers think me dead!" "Then come with me," said Somers, "and taste indigo instead." But all their plans were scattered in a moment when they found The vessel was a convict ship from Portland outward bound; When a boat came off to fetch them, though they felt it very kind, To go on board they firmly but respectfully declined. As both the happy settlers roared with laughter at the joke, They laughed no more, for Somers thought he had been rather rash In knowing one whose friend had misappropriated cash; And Peter thought a foolish tack he must have gone upon In making the acquaintance of a friend of Robinson. At first they didn't quarrel very openly, I've heard; They nodded when they met, and now and then exchanged a word: The word grew rare, and rarer still the nodding of the head. And when they meet each other now, they cut each other dead. To allocate the island they agreed by word of mouth, A MODEST WIT A SUPERCILIOUS nabob of the East Haughty, being great-purse-proud, being richA governor, or general, at the least, I have forgotten which Had in his family a humble youth, Who went from England in his patron's suite, An unassuming boy, in truth A lad of decent parts, and good repute. This youth had sense and spirit; But yet with all his sense, Excessive diffidence Obscured his merit. One day, at table, flushed with pride and wine, To crack a joke upon his secretary. "Young man," he said, "by what art, craft, or trade Did your good father gain a livelihood?" "He was a saddler, sir," Modestus said, "And in his time was reckoned good." "A saddler, eh? and taught you Greek, Each parasite, then, as in duty bound, Said (craving pardon, if too free he made), The Latest Decalogue "My father's trade! by Heaven, that's too bad! "Excuse the liberty I take," Modestus said, with archness on his brow, "Pray, why did not your father make A gentleman of you?" 261 Selleck Osborn. THE LATEST DECALOGUE THOU shalt have one God only, who Worshipped, except the currency: At Church on Sunday to attend Will serve to keep the world thy friend: From whom advancement may befall: Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it: Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat: Bear not false witness; let the lie Arthur Hugh Clough. A SIMILE DEAR Thomas, didst thou never pop A squirrel spend his little rage, The cage, as either side turn'd up, Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes, So fares it with those merry blades, They tread on stars, and talk with gods; Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound; Matthew Prior. BY PARCELS POST A DOMESTIC IDYLL I SENT my love a parcel In the days when we were young, Or e'er by care and trouble Our heart-strings had been wrung. By parcels post I sent it What 'twas I do not know— In the days when we were courting, A long time ago. The spring-time waxed to summer, Then autumn leaves grew red, And in the sweet September My love and I were wed. By Parcels Post But though the Church had blessed us, My little wife looked glum; I'd posted her a parcel, And the parcel hadn't come. Ah, many moons came after, My dear one oft would say, "I wonder, baby darling, Will that parcel come to-day?" The gold had changed to silver The years were eight-and-twenty Since we breathed our marriage vow, Then they ran with joy to greet him, Very often in the past. He handed them a parcel, And they brought it in to show'Twas the parcel I had posted Eight-and-twenty years ago. 263 George R. Sims. |