PRIDE'S PUNISHMENT. 173 PRIDE'S PUNISHMENT. (A Tale of Warning to Little Boys, rather than of Example to Little Girls.) I. When little Johnny doffed his kilts And put short trousers on, He felt as big as if on stilts, And bade them call him John. II. He scorned to take his sister Sue "Go with a little girl like you? Why, how the folks would stare!" III. He whistled to his faithful Boze, And started off alone. He thought all eyes were on his clo'es- IV. For sister Sue resolved his pride V. As she resolved, she did him dirt, VI. And now he mopes within the yard, His name is Kilts-thus Fate is hard- UNKNOWN. THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS. The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair! Many a knight and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree,— And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams, 175 In and out Through the motley rout, That little Jackdaw kept hopping about; Like a dog in a fair, And dishes and plates, Cowl and cope, and rochet and pall, He perched on the chair Where, in state, the great Lord Cardinal sat With a satisfied look, as if he would say, As such freaks they saw, Said, "The devil must be in that little Jackdaw!" The feast was over, the board was cleared, And six little singing-boys,—dear little souls !— Two by two, Marching the great refectory through! A nice little boy held a golden ewer, As any that flows between Rheims and Namur, A napkin bore, Of the best white diaper, fringed with pink, The great Lord Cardinal turns at the sight His costly turquoise, And, not thinking at all about little Jackdaws, Deposits it straight By the side of his plate, While the nice little boys on his Eminence wait; Till, when nobody's dreaming of any such thing, That little Jackdaw hops off with the ring! THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS. 177 There's a cry and a shout, And a deuce of a rout, And nobody seems to know what they're about, But the monks have their pockets all turned inside out; The friars are kneeling, And hunting and feeling The carpet, the floor, and the walls, and the ceiling. The Cardinal drew Off each plum-colored shoe, And left his red stockings exposed to the view; He peeps and he feels, In the toes and the heels; They turn up the dishes,-they turn up the plates, They take up the poker and poke out the grates, They examine the mugs;— They can't find The Ring! And the Abbot declared that "when nobody twigged it, Some rascal or other had popped in and prigged it." The Cardinal rose with a dignified look, He called for his candle, his bell, and his book! In holy anger and pious grief, He solemnly cursed that rascally thief! |