Like friends indeed And faith! not without need, 'Twas such an awkward place for falling out! Say, after your gastronomy, Marking the planets bright, Like three more Airys, studying astronomy; Did some one haul his nightcap on his head, Didn't your coming scare The sober Germans, until every cap Rose lifted by a frightened fell of hair; Meanwhile the very pipe, mayhap, Extinguished, like the vital spark in death, To see your vehicle of huge dimension I'd better say, The Island of Ascension? Well was it planned To come down thus into the German land, You'll have the Eagle Order for your flight, And all be Von'd, because of your descent! REMONSTRATORY ODE FROM THE ELEPHANT AT EXETER 'CHANGE, TO MR. MATHEWS, AT THE ENGLISH OPERA-HOUSE. See with what courteous action 8 He beckons you to a more removed ground."—Hamlet. [WRITTEN BY A FRIEND.] Он, Mr. Mathews! Sir! (If a plain elephant may speak his mind, I long have thought, and wished to say, that we By being such near neighbors; My keeper now hath lent me pen and ink, The whole menagerie is in repose, The Coatamundi is in his Sunday clothes, And the confined old Monkey's in the straw; Slumbering in milk. and sighing; Miss Cross is sipping ox-tail soup In her front coop; So here's the happy mid-day moment;-yes, A word or two To you On the subject of the ruin which must come So very near each other, As, oh my brother! To play old gooseberry with both receipts. When you begin Your summer fun, three times a week, at eight, I feel a change in Exeter 'Change's change. To ring my bell, when you ring yours, and go But crowds that meant to see me eat a stack, A root of mangel-wurzel with my foot, Pick from the floor small coins, And then turn slowly round and show my India-rubber loins: 'Tis strange-most strange, but true, That these same crowds seek you! Pass my abode, and pay at your next door! With anguish when I think of this; I go Before one poor front row, My fatal funny foe! And when I stoop, as duty bids, I sigh And feel that, while poor elephantine I, Pick up the sixpence, you pick up the pounds! Could you not go? Could you not take the Cobourg or the Surrey? To both of us, if we remain; for not No true great person (and we both are great In Mr. Cross's cart, But, like Othello, "am not easily moved." And more conveniently, near your home; Or get a room in the City-in some street→ Cateaton Street; Any large place, in short, in which to get your bread; But do not stay, and get Me into the Gazette ! Ah! The Gazette ! I press my forehead with my trunk and wet To think of ruin after prosperous years. What a dread case would be For me-large me! To meet at Basinghall Street, the first and seventh My last examination! To cringe, and to surrender, All my effects-my bell-pull, and my bell, And have some commissioner Very irreverently search my trunk ; With rage, to find a tiger in possession The truth is simply this-if you will stay Filling your rows Just at my feeding time, to see your play, My mind's made up, No more at nine I sup, Except on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, Sundays ; From eight to eleven, As I hope for heaven, On Thursdays, and on Saturdays, and Mondays, |