To see, however it had come to pass, With soap without wet — hot or cold — or dry, What could have happened to a tint so ruddy? By way of penalty for being jolly, To have that evergreen stuck in his face, Just like the windows with their Christmas holly. "All claret marks,"-thought he-Tom knew his forte“Are red — this color CANNOT come from Port!” One thing was plain; with such a face as his, "T was quite impossible to ever greet Good Mrs. Brown. So he tied up his head, As with a raging tooth, and took to bed: To match his customary tea, Meanwhile, good Mrs. Brown. Wondered at Mr. S. not coming down, And sent the maid up stairs to learn the why; Returned an answer so mysterious That curiosity began to fry; The more, as Betty, who had caught a snatch By peeping in upon the patient's bed, Got over-night of course-"Harm watch, harm catch," From Watchmen in a boxing match. So, liberty or not, Good lodgers are too scarce to let them off in A suicidal coffin· The dame ran up as fast as she could trot; And looking at the head; La! Mister S he need not care for her! A married woman that had had Nine boys and gals, and none had turned out bad — She'd been in hospitals-she would n't faint Hereat she plucked the white cravat aside, !" Alas! through Simpson's brain To move a heart of stone A sort of farewell to the land of living! He did not make a shadow of objection Swift flew the summons, - it was life or death! Saw tongue-felt pulse-examined cheek, Poked, stroked, pinched, kneaded it, hemmed, shook his head, Took a long, solemn pause the cause to seek (Thinking, it seemed, in Greek), Then asked-'t was Christmas "Had he eaten grass, Or greens - and if the cook was so improper, Or farthings made of brass, Or if he drank his Hock from dark green glass, There's turtle, and green fat?" To all of which, with serious tone of woe, The Doctor was at fault; A thing so new quite brought him to a halt. Cases of other colors came in crowds. Black with Black Jaundice he had seen the skin; From saffron tints to sallow. Even those eruptions he had never seen Of which the Caledonian Poet spoke, "Phoo! phoo! a rash grow green! The Scarlet fever answered, or the Rose But verdant! that was quite a novel stroke' So matters stood in-doors meanwhile without Growing in going like all other rumors, The modern miracle was buzzed about. "Green faces!" so they all began to comment Of such a case had never heard, From Emerald Isle to Cape de Verd; "Or Greenland!” cried the whalers. All tongues were full of the Green Man, and still A long half-hour, in needless puzzle, Our Galen's cane had rubbed against his muzzle, He thought, and thought, and thought, and thought, and thought And still it came to naught, When up rushed Betty, loudest of Town Criers, Lord, Ma'am, the new Police is at the door! As brought home Mister S. to Austin Friars, By sleeping in the kennel near the Dyer's!" ALL ROUND MY HAT. A NEW VERSION • Meditate meditate, I beseech you, upon Trim's hat.' TRISTRAM SHANDY COME, my old hat, my steps attend! For I'll not be a caster off. That always found you fit and pat, Whatever mode might please the race, All round my hat, all round my hat! All round the world, while I've a head, Still there are joys that may be felt All round my hat, all round my hat! The Quaker loves an ample brim, As if it never made a dam. All men in drab he calleth friends; But there's a broader brim than that Give me the love that comprehends All round my hat, all round my hat! The Monarch binds his brows in gold, But still a hat, a hat that's old, They say is much more easy wear. |