And I was I brusque and surly? Or oppressively bland and fond? Was I partial to rising early? Or why did we twain abscond, All breakfastless, too, from the public view, What pass'd, what was felt or spoken- And whether the heart was broken That beat under that shelt'ring shawl— (If shawl she had on, which I doubt)-has gone, Yes, gone from me past recall. Was I haply the lady's suitor? Or her uncle? I can't make out- As to why we were there, who on earth we were, Charles Stuart Calverley. THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD WITH HIS SON O WHAT harper could worthily harp it, Look well at it-also look sharp, it The purple is heather (erica); The yellow, gorse-call'd sometimes You may roll in it, if you would like a whin." The Schoolmaster You wouldn't? Then think of how kind you From unda, a wave). The noise of those sheep-bells, how faint it Then yon desolate eerie morasses, The haunts of the snipe and the hern- How it interests e'en a beginner Is he listening? As I am a sinner He's asleep-he is wagging his head. Wake up! I'll go home to my dinner, And you to your bed. The boundless ineffable prairie; The splendor of mountain and lake. And this wold with its heathery garment- But although there is not any harm in't- On their charms to a dull little varmint Of seven or eight. Charles Stuart Calverley. 65 A APPEAL FOR ARE TO THE SEXTANT OF THE OLD BRICK MEETINOUSE BY A GASPER THE sextant of the meetinouse, which sweeps And dusts, or is supposed too! and makes fiers, As zero, and like as not green wood for kindlers; Which's more than gold, wich doant cost nothin, in short, jest "fre as are" out dores. But o sextant, in our church its scarce as piety, scarce as bank bills wen agints beg for mischuns, Wich some say purty often (taint nothin to me, Wat I give aint nothin to nobody), but o sextant, u shut 500 mens wimmen and children, Speshally the latter, up in a tite place, Some has bad breths, none aint 2 swete, some is fevery, some is scrofilus, some has bad teeth, Cupid's Darts And then agin, and so on, till each has took it down, of brethen his own are, and no one's else; O sextant, don't you know our lungs is bellusses, goin out; and how can bellusses blow without wind, Or boys to gurls. Are is for us to brethe, 2 let a little are into our church. (Pewer are is sertin proper for the pews) (It luvs to come in whare it can git warm): And sperrit up the preacher, and stop garbs, As wind on the dry Boans the Profit tells of. 'rabella Willson. 67 CUPID'S DARTS WHICH ARE A GROWING MENACE TO THE PUBLIC Do not worry if I scurry from the grill room in a hurry, We encounter on the Underground and I get out and walk. If I double as a cub'll when you meet him in the stubble, Do not think I am in trouble or attempt to make a fuss; Do not judge me melancholy or attribute it to folly If I leave the Metropolitan and travel 'n a bus. Do not quiet your anxiety by giving me a diet, Or by base resort to vi et armis fold me to your arms, And let no suspicious tremor violate your wonted phlegm or Any fear that Harold's memory is faithless to your charms. For my passion as I dash on in that disconcerting fashion Is as ardently irrational as when we forged the link When you gave your little hand away to me, my own Amanda As we sat 'n the veranda till the stars began to wink. And I am in such a famine when your beauty I examine That it lures me as the jam invites a hungry little brat; But I fancy that, at any rate, I'd rather waste a penny Then be spitted by the many pins that bristle from your hat. Unknown. A PLEA FOR TRIGAMY I'VE been trying to fashion a wifely ideal, And find that my tastes are so far from concise That, to marry completely, no fewer than three'll I've subjected my views to severe atmospheric Compression, but still, in defiance of force, My first must be fashion's own fancy-bred daughter, Proud, peerless, and perfect-in fact, comme il faut; A waltzer and wit of the very first water For show. |