The cases held,—what do you think?- Nay! gentle reader, do not shrink- This fraud to force On them. In this he sinned. Our simple friends knew naught of sin; According to direction. For very joy they shed salt tears. Said they.. "Hooray! We'll feast to-day ""Tis very tough," said one, for he "Too salt," the other said, "for me; This flavour might be beaten. And, should a missionary call To-day, he'd find them gentle, With no perverted tastes at all, He'd be received, I'm bound to say, Nor need he fear To taste their cheer G. E. Farrow. The Retired Pork-Butcher and the Spook 685 THE RETIRED PORK-BUTCHER AND THE SPOOK I MAY as well Proceed to tell About a Mister Higgs, From trade retired, He called "The Chase," Ancestors got (Twelve pounds the lot, For nine pounds three,- Within the hall, And on the wall, Hung armour bright and strong. "To Ethelbred " The label read "De Higgs, this did belong." 'Twas quite complete, This country seat, Yet neighbours stayed away. Nobody called, Higgs was blackballed, Which caused him great dismay. 66 Why can it be?" ('Twas twelve o'clock) Upon his chamber door. Higgs cried, "Come in!" The keyhole wandered through. In mild surprise: A ghost appeared in view. "I beg," said he, "You'll pardon me, In calling rather late. A family ghost, I seek a post, With wage commensurate. "I'll serve you well; My fiendish yell' Is certain sure to please. 'Sepulchral tones,' And rattling bones,' I'm very good at these. "Five bob I charge To roam at large, With clanking chains' ad lib.; I do such things As 'gibberings' At one-and-three per gib. "Or, by the week, I merely seek Two pounds-which is not dear; Because I need, Of course, no feed, No washing, and no beer." SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE Of all the rides since the birth of time, Or one-eyed Calendar's horse of brass, Body of turkey, head of owl, Feathered and ruffled in every part, Wrinkled scolds with hands on hips, With conch-shells blowing and fish-horns' twang, Over and over the Mænads sang: "Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead!" |