tive adventure of, 239-240- THE UNHAPPY LOT OF MR. KNOTT. PART I. SHOWING HOW HE BUILT HIS HOUSE AND HIS WIFE MOVED INTO IT. My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott, He had laid business on the shelf He called an architect in counsel; Here's a half-acre of good land; Just have it nicely mapped and planned And make your workmen drive on ; Meadow there is, and upland too, And I should like a water-view, D' you think you could contrive one? (Perhaps the pump and trough would do, If painted a judicious blue ?) The woodland I've attended to;' (He meant three pines stuck up askew, But then it is not hard to make My money never shall be thrown And so the greenest of antiques Out of the common, good or bad, Knott had it all worked well in, A donjon-keep, where clothes might dry, A campanile slim and high, Too small to hang a bell in; All up and down and here and there, With Lord-knows-whats of round and square |