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Very good-now be so good as bring on Lord Prudhoe.
I can't say whether he or Mr Felix named the first name-but it was WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. The Magician made three reverences towards the window, waved his wand nine times, sung out something beyond their interpretation, and at length called out,“ Boy, what do you behold ?”—“The Sultan alone remains," said the child—"and beside him I see a pale-faced Frank-but not dressed like these Franks-with large eyes, a pointed beard, a tall hat, roses on his shoes, and a short mantle!" You laugh-shall I proceed?
The other asked for Francis Arouet de Voltaire, and the boy immediately described a lean, old, yellow-faced Frank, with a huge brown wig, a nutmeg-grater profile, spindle shanks, buckled shoes, and a gold snuffbox !
My dear Tickler, don't you see that any print-book must have made this scoundrel familiar to such phizzes as these ?
Listen. Lord Prudhoe now named Archdeacon Wrangham, and the Arab boy made answer, and said, “ I perceive a tall grey-haired Frank, with a black silk petticoat, walking in a garden, with a little book in his hand. He is reading on the book-his eyes are bright and gleaming-his teeth are white-he is the happiest-looking Frank I ever beheld.”
I am only culling out three or four specimens out of fifty. Major Felix
Why the devil did they not bring Maugraby with them to England ?
Tell that to the marines,
SHEPHERD. I'll tell ye a ten thoosan' times mair extraordinar story than that o' Lord Proud-O's-gin I had only something till eat. But I wad defy Shakspeare himsell to be trawgic on an empty stammack. Oh! when wull thae dear guttural months be comin' in again-the months wi' the RRR's! Without eisters this is a weary warld. The want o' them's a sair drawback on the simmer. (Enter Supper.) What! Groose ? Groose afore the Tualt? That's a great shame. Gie's the auld Cock.
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MARY MGRAGH sat under the tree,
That grows on the skirts of Fairy-land;
"A buckle of gold, and a silver band,
The boughs how they quiver above thy head ?
That ev'ry green leaf is a Fairy's bed,
Then Mary M'Gragh she wish'd more and more
A costly wardrobe all complete,
For wishes are seldom too discreet;
As, by the laws of Faieriē,
That wisheth beneath the Wishing-Tree;
To call my own dear Sprite to my ear,
And all you can comprehend you'll hear,
What's read from the book or seen with these eyes.
“ Work on, work on," quoth the Fairy Queen,
“ Work on, work on, my merry sweet elves, In air so bright or on earth so green,
Under the boughs or on lichen shelves,
They stitch, they hammer, they line, they mark,
And though fifteen hundred beetles' snouts Are splitting the reeds and sawing the bark,
And each master-workman has fifty scouts, Yet you could but hear such hum as floats, When sunbeams sport with the busy motes. A veil they made of the spider's thread,
And the gossamer's floating film they spin,
For a gown of the finest mosselin;
Myriads of insects are set to trace
Of which they make the finest lace-
As they clip it and file it for a clasp,
That shineth beneath a jeweller's rasp;
Full fifty thousand Dumbledoors
The Elves they slew with a forked pin, For a velvet boddice, except the gores,
And they were made of the black mole's skin;
Sprinkled with dust of daffodil,
Or light that sunbeams might distil.
From the damask-rose they culld drops of dew,
And made of them crystals ruby-stain'dThey pinch'd the glow-worms black and blue,
And filch'd their light when they were pain'd, Which in sand, in spar, and pebble set, Became amethyst, diamond, pearl, and jet.
A thousand merry-men hunt the shrubs,
With links from the wild-foal's mane to bind Living and writhing the hairy grubs,
For a tippet of the Boa-kind.