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<p class='line0' style='font-size:.8em;'>AND</p>
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<p class='line0' style='font-size:2em;'>LAYS OF THE LAND</p>
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<p class='line0' style='font-size:.6em;'>BY</p>
<p class='line0' style='margin-top:.5em;margin-bottom:4em;font-size:1em;'>CHARLES GODFREY LELAND</p>
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<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>LONDON</p>
<p class='line0' style='margin-top:.5em;margin-bottom:.5em;'>ADAM AND CHARLES BLACK</p>
<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>1895</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='v' id='Page_v'></span></p>
<p class='line0' style='text-align:center;margin-top:4em;margin-bottom:2em;font-size:1.2em;'>PREFACE</p>
<p class='noindent'>Among the songs in this collection are the Brand New Ballads already
known more or less to the public, several of them having an American
newspaper circulation, while a few are given at times in public readings;
since I have learned, for example, that “In Nevada” was one of the
stock-pieces of Mr. Clifford Harrison. They now reappear amended
and with additions.</p>
<p class='pindent'>In the “Songs of the Sea” the reader will not fail to observe that
three or four, such as the “Mermaid” and “Time for Us to Go,” are
not by me at all. They are sailors’ songs of the olden time, introduced
as suggestions for other lyrics, as I have indeed declared in the
text, and also to aid in the main purpose or idea which inspires the
whole collection—they being in this respect like stones from more
ancient edifices built into new houses, as was the wont of men in
the middle age.</p>
<p class='pindent'>This main purpose was to set forth with scrupulous care, as of a
statue photographed from many sides, the mariner of the sailing—not
steaming—ship, who is now rapidly passing away, although some tens
of thousands of the species are still to be found in the remoter routes
<span class='pageno' title='vi' id='Page_vi'></span>
of travel. This kind of man should be interesting, because he is almost
the only one who is drawn into his calling by a desire to rove about the
world and lead an adventurous, reckless, manly life. Into this life
entered, I may say, as “vitalising elements,” “shipwrecks and disasters
of the sea,” the extremes of discipline and dissipation, as well as those
of cynical scepticism and superstition, the seeing, like Ulysses, cities
and men, and the consciousness, so clear to undeveloped minds and
smaller natures, of belonging to a “peculiar” class. This I have
borne in mind most earnestly, and those who perceive it will also find
that in this spirit the following notes and sketches in song illustrate, I
trust accurately, a consistent ideal text, and that all the songs unite to
form a single poem.</p>
<p class='pindent'>As for the many scraps, “chanties,” choruses, sayings, similes,
and bits of sea-lore worked up into the lyrics here and there, I make
no attempt whatever to indicate what is borrowed; all that I can say of
it is, that if the mere gathering the stones is all the merit of making a
mosaic picture (as many seem to think), then I could claim little merit
for originality. But as this is not a folk-lore book, in which a writer is
held sternly accountable “to give authority for every word,” and as a
mass of notes would have simply defeated the whole aim of the book, I
have preferred making myself amenable to the charge of plagiarism to
boring my reader—even as an Italian devoted servant of whom I once
heard, preferred to be carried off by the police, on the charge of stealing
oranges, rather than awaken and disturb his master who could have
explained the matter. I can, however, truly say that as regards ideas,
<span class='pageno' title='vii' id='Page_vii'></span>
incidents, tales, turns of speech and idioms, current sayings, and so on,
from poetry down to vulgarity, I have literally taken so much from
sailors themselves that the work, if analysed, would be a curiosity of
collocation, like the poems made up entirely of proverbs, or the Sermon
of Texts.</p>
<p class='pindent'>Here I would mention my obligation to more than one ancient
mariner, and specially to my old friend, Captain Stead, now so long a
dweller at the Langham Hotel, for advising about, and revising, these
ballads. These friends having carefully studied the work and corrected
or modelled its every sentence into ship-shape, have been kind
enough to assure me that it would hold its own in the forecastle, as a
real thing, and not an imitation; which saying uttered in sooth and
truth especially by a friend of forty years’ experience in sailing-vessels,
mostly “before the war,” was to me greatly encouraging.</p>
<p class='pindent'>What I have above written of the “Songs of the Sea” is equally
true of the other ballads in this volume. They also form a series
of eccentric pictures of American life after the war, brought together,
not like chance pictures in a scrap-book, but as I before said, to carry
out one idea in reference to a special subject. In this spirit and to
this end were they written, from current prose tales. Nor have I ever
forgotten that there is in them for the future a kind of folk-lore which
is never so apparent to those who live in it as to those who inherit it.
When I was a small boy, there was in my aunt’s kitchen in Milford,
Massachusetts, a cheese-knife, which had no special interest to anybody
save to me, because it had been the very sword carried by General
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Eaton in his famous march over the Desert to attack Algiers. Nowadays
it would be greatly prized. So it is sometimes worth while to
think of these things which we now possess, and how rapidly they are
hastening to become curiosities—I myself having lived to see every
object familiar to me in youth become bric-à-brac. In the last age,
everything not in the newest fashion was despised—in this there is a
highly-cultured class just beginning to show itself beyond the Realists
and disciples of Mental-analytical Chemistry, who look alternately at
the Past and Future,</p>
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<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>Even as Janus on the Capitol</p>
<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>Saw all that was or ever yet would be.</p>
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<p class='pindent'>There may be a few among the jealous guardians or spokes around
the Hub who may demand by what right I invade the sacred precincts
of Boston, and sing about its past. Well, my boyhood was half passed
in Boston or near it; there the romance of sailor life, which was marvellous
in those times, imbued me, and then and there in common with
my mates I devoured the <span class='it'>Mariners’ Chronicle</span>, <span class='it'>Shipwrecks and Disasters
of the Sea</span>, <span class='it'>Lives of the Buccaneers</span>, and listened with avidity to the tales
of those who had been on the briny deep. Nearly all my first-cousins
had at one time or other run away and gone to sea or taken long
voyages. Among the former were Benjamin Stimson, the “S” of <span class='it'>Two
Years Before the Mast</span>; Charles Leland, who afterwards grew like
Samuel Jackson to the height of seven feet; and Samuel Godfrey.
From these and many more I learned an incredible number of sea
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stories and songs, none of which I ever forgot, being to an extraordinary
degree accustomed to keep repeating to myself these “stranger
legends of the olden time.” Hence it comes that I have in my mind
such vivid memories of the old North End of Boston.</p>
<p class='pindent'>I would say in conclusion what will be apparent enough to many,
that these Ballads make no great pretence to be poetry. They consist
of incidents or small “motives” cast into rhyme or measure, as the
easiest method of giving them a certain value, just as a tune brings out
a song. Most rhymers are criticised more or less severely for pretending
to be poets; all that I can claim for this volume is, that it is a kind
of collection of curiosities which, as they have seemed to me to be
worth remembering, will, I trust, be regarded by others as worth reading.</p>
<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:1em;margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;'><span class='sc'>Charles Godfrey Leland.</span></p>
<p class='line0' style='text-align:left;margin-left:1em;font-size:.8em;'><span class='sc'>Florence, 1894.</span></p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='x' id='Page_x'></span><h1>CONTENTS</h1></div>
<p class='line0' style='text-align:center;margin-top:2em;margin-bottom:2em;'>SONGS OF THE SEA</p>
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<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><span style='font-size:x-small'>PAGE</span></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Old Tavern</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_1'>1</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>El Capitan General</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_5'>5</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Uncle Sam</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_9'>9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Mother Carey</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_13'>13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Bird Crew</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_17'>17</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Davy Jones</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_19'>19</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Devil’s Pot</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_21'>21</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>One, Two, Three</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_24'>24</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>La Bella Strega</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_27'>27</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Beautiful Witch</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_31'>31</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Witch’s Box</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_35'>35</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Mermaid</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_41'>41</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Merman</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_43'>43</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Wizard Finn</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_51'>51</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Charley Buff</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_55'>55</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Bold Robin Rover</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_59'>59</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Time for Us to Go</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_64'>64</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Rolling Over</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_67'>67</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Musquito</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_71'>71</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Stand from Under!</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_73'>73</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Near Havanna</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_77'>77</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Three Dead Men</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_80'>80</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Lady-Sailor</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_82'>82</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Spanish Sailor’s Song</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_84'>84</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Lover to the Sailor</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_86'>86</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Green Corn and Potatoes</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_87'>87</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Sailor’s Farewell</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_90'>90</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Mackerel Signs</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_94'>94</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>True Blue</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_96'>96</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Story of Samuel Jackson</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_99'>99</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Dandy Ship</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_104'>104</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Jack of all Trades</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_107'>107</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab1c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Girl Wind</span></td><td class='tab1c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_110'>110</SPAN></td></tr>
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<p class='line0' style='text-align:center;margin-top:2em;margin-bottom:2em;'>LAYS OF THE LAND</p>
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<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Rise and Fall of Gloryville</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_115'>115</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>In the Wrong Box</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_123'>123</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Zion Jersey Boggs</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_130'>130</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Ballad of the Green Old Man</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_142'>142</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Carrying Coals</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_148'>148</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Carey, of Carson</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_150'>150</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Josephi in Benicia</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_156'>156</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Story of a Lie</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_161'>161</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Legend of Saint Anthony</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_164'>164</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>A Russian Lyric</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_169'>169</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Melodramnation</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_173'>173</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>A Tale of Idaho</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_177'>177</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>A Californian Romance</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_182'>182</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Story of Mr. Scroper, Architect</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_187'>187</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>That Interestin’ Boy</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_190'>190</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Miss Miles, the Telegraph Girl</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_191'>191</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>An American Cock-Tale</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_198'>198</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Judge Wyman</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_207'>207</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>In Nevada</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_213'>213</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Philanthropic Club</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_223'>223</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Coloured Fortune-Hunter</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_227'>227</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Penn</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_228'>228</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Ballad of the Foxes</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_232'>232</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Est Modus in Rebus</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_237'>237</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Masher</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_243'>243</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Arizona John</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_249'>249</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Ballad of Charity</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_252'>252</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Multum in Parvo</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_256'>256</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Organist of Bergamo</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_258'>258</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>The Goth and the Pigeon</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_268'>268</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'><span class='sc'>Reflections in a Printing-Office</span></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_275'>275</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'></td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'> </td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab2c1 tdStyle0'>APPENDIX</td><td class='tab2c2 tdStyle1'><SPAN href='#Page_277'>277</SPAN></td></tr>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='xiii' id='Page_xiii'></span></p>
<p class='line0' style='text-align:center;margin-top:10em;margin-bottom:10em;font-size:1.2em;'><span class='gesp'>SONGS OF THE SEA</span></p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='xiv' id='Page_xiv'></span></p>
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<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>I <span class='sc'>saw</span> three sailors synging, hey howe!</p>
<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>  Upon yon lea-land hey!</p>
<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>I hearde three mariners rynging, rumbelowe:</p>
<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>  Upon yon sea strand gaye.</p>
<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>    Synge hey howe, rumbelowe,</p>
<p class='line0' style='font-size:.9em;'>    Row the boat, Norman, rowe!</p>
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<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;margin-bottom:5em;font-size:.9em;'><span class='it'>Percy’s Relics.</span></p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='1' id='Page_1'></span><h1>THE OLD TAVERN</h1></div>
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<p class='dramaline-cont'>In the North End of Boston, long ago;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Although ’tis yet within my memory;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There were of gabled houses many a row,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With overhanging storeys two or three,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And many with half-doors over whose end</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Leaning upon her elbows, the good-wife</p>
<p class='dramaline'>At eventide conversed with many a friend</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of all the little chances of their life;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Small ripples in a stream which ran full slow</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the North End of Boston, long ago.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And ’mid these houses was a Hostelrie</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Frequented by the people of the sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Known as the Boy and Barrel, from its sign:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A jolly urchin on a cask of wine</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='2' id='Page_2'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Bearing the words which puzzled every eye—</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='it'>Orbus In Tactu Mainet</span><SPAN name='r1'/><SPAN href='#f1' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[1]</span></sup></SPAN> Heaven knows why.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Even there a bit of Latin made a show,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the North End of Boston—long ago.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And many a sailor, when his cruise was o’er,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Bore straight for it soon as he touched the shore:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In many a stormy night upon the sea</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He’d thought upon the Boy—and of the spree</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He’d have when there, and let all trouble go,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the North End of Boston, long ago.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There, like their vessels in a friendly port,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Met many mariners of every kind,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Spinning strange yarns of many a varied sort,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Well sheltered from the ocean and the wind;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In a long low dark room they lounged at ease;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Strange men there were from many a distant land,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And there above the high old chimney-piece</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='3' id='Page_3'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Were curiosities from many a strand,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which often made strange tales and memories flow</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the North End of Boston, long ago.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And there I often sat to hear those tales,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>From men who’d passed through storm and fight and fire,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of mighty icebergs and stupendous whales,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of shipwrecked crews and of adventures dire,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Until the thought came to me on a time,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>While I was listening to that merry throng,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That I would write their stories out in rhyme,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And weave into it many a sailor’s song,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That men might something of the legends know</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of the North End of Boston, long ago.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>First it was said that Captain Kidd in truth</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Had revelled in that tavern with his crew,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And there it was he lost the Golden Tooth</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which brought him treasure, and the gossips knew</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Moll Pitcher dwelt there in the days of yore,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='4' id='Page_4'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And Peter Rugg had stopped before the door:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Tom Walker there did with the Devil go</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the North End of Boston, long ago.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Nor had I long to wait, for at the word</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Some one observed that he had seen in Spain</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A captain hung—which Abner Chapin heard</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And said, “I too upon the Spanish Main</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Met with a man well known unto us all,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who nearly hung a Captain General.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He told the tale and I did rhyme it so;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the North End of Boston, long ago.</p>
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<div class='footnote'>
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<div id='f1'><SPAN href='#r1'>[1]</SPAN></div>
</td><td>
<p class='line0'><SPAN href='#a2'>See Appendix.</SPAN></p>
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</table></div>
<div><span class='pageno' title='5' id='Page_5'></span><h1>EL CAPITAN GENERAL</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>There was a Captain General who ruled in Vera Cruz,</p>
<p class='line0'>And what we used to hear of him was always evil news;</p>
<p class='line0'>He was a pirate on the sea—a robber on the shore:</p>
<p class='line0'>The Señor Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.</p>
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<p class='line0'>There was a Yankee skipper who round about did roam,</p>
<p class='line0'>His name was Stephen Folger and Nantucket was his home,</p>
<p class='line0'>And having gone to Vera Cruz he had been skinned full sore</p>
<p class='line0'>By the Señor Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.</p>
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<p class='line0'>But having got away alive, though all his cash was gone,</p>
<p class='line0'>He said, “If there is Vengeance, I will surely try it on!</p>
<p class='line0'>And I do wish I may be damned if I don’t clear the score</p>
<p class='line0'>With Señor Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador!”</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='6' id='Page_6'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>He shipped a crew of seventy men—well-arméd men were they,</p>
<p class='line0'>And sixty of them in the hold he darkly stowed away,</p>
<p class='line0'>And sailing back to Vera Cruz was sighted from the shore,</p>
<p class='line0'>By the Señor Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.</p>
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<p class='line0'>With twenty-five <span class='it'>soldados</span> he came on board so pleased</p>
<p class='line0'>And said: “<span class='it'>Maldito</span> Yankee—again your ship is seized.</p>
<p class='line0'>How many sailors have you got?” Said Folger, “Ten—no more,”</p>
<p class='line0'>To the Captain Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“But come into my cabin and take a glass of wine,</p>
<p class='line0'>I do suppose as usual, I’ll have to pay a fine;</p>
<p class='line0'>I have got some old Madeira and we’ll talk the matter o’er—</p>
<p class='line0'>My Capitan Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>And as over that Madeira the Captain General boozed,</p>
<p class='line0'>It seemed to him as if his head was getting quite confused,</p>
<p class='line0'>For it happened that some morphine had travelled from “the store”</p>
<p class='line0'>To the glass of Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='7' id='Page_7'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>“What is it makes the vessel roll? What sounds are these I hear?</p>
<p class='line0'>It seems as if the rising waves were beating on my ear!”</p>
<p class='line0'>“Oh it is the breaking of the surf—just that and nothing more,</p>
<p class='line0'>My Captain Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador!”</p>
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<p class='line0'>The Governor was in a sleep which muddled all his brains,</p>
<p class='line0'>The seventy men had got his gang and put them all in chains,</p>
<p class='line0'>And when he woke the following day he could not see the shore,</p>
<p class='line0'>For he was out on the blue water—the Don San Salvador.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Now do you see that yard-arm—and understand the thing?”</p>
<p class='line0'>Said Captain Folger, “For all from that yard-arm you shall swing,</p>
<p class='line0'>Or forty thousand dollars you must pay me from your store,</p>
<p class='line0'>My Captain Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>The Capitano took a pen—the order he did sign,</p>
<p class='line0'>“O Señor Yankee!—but you charge amazing high for wine!”</p>
<p class='line0'>But ’twas not till the draft was paid they let him go ashore,</p>
<p class='line0'>El Señor Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='8' id='Page_8'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>The greatest sharp some day will find another sharper wit,</p>
<p class='line0'>It always makes the devil laugh to see a biter bit;</p>
<p class='line0'>It takes two Spaniards any day to come a Yankee o’er:</p>
<p class='line0'>Even two like Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.</p>
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<p class='line0'>    And when this tale was told, another man</p>
<p class='line0'>      Cried out, “I’ll swear ’tis true as true can be,</p>
<p class='line0'>    Unto his health we’ll have all round a can!</p>
<p class='line0'>      For Captain Folger is well known to me.</p>
<p class='line0'>    Now I will sing ‘first lines’ of ‘Uncle Sam,’</p>
<p class='line0'>      And he who can shall add at once a second,</p>
<p class='line0'>    I’ll call you one by one—now here I am,</p>
<p class='line0'>      And he who balks shall be the loser reckoned,</p>
<p class='line0'>    And pay for drinks all round”—</p>
<p class='line0'>                            “All right,” they roared,</p>
<p class='line0'>   “Now then begin, for we are all on board!”</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='9' id='Page_9'></span><h1>UNCLE SAM</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When there’s rain and shine together,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                <span class='it'>Chorus.</span> Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Uncle Sam is in the weather:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                <span class='it'>Chorus.</span> Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the sun shines through a fog,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Uncle Samuel drinks his grog:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the blue sky shows in pieces,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Those are Uncle Samuel’s breeches:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='10' id='Page_10'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When a cloud is low and flat,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         That is Uncle Samuel’s hat:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the wind is loud and bad,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Then Old Sam is getting mad:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the wind begins to bellow,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Uncle Sam is in the cellar:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the sky is clean and red,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Uncle Sam is gone to bed:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='11' id='Page_11'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When you hear the wind a-roaring,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         That is Uncle Sam a-snoring:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When you see the lightning spooning,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Then old Uncle Sam’s harpooning:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When you hear the wind a-barking,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Uncle Sam has gone a-sharking:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When you see a santo-corpus,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Uncle Sam is arter a porpus:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='12' id='Page_12'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the water gabbles too much,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Uncle Sam is talking Dutch:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the sea hawk’s scream is heard,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         He wants to know if there’s Dutch on board:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the wind’s before the rain,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Soon you can make sail again:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo heave ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Belay that song I say—’tis gettin’ weary:”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Cried out a voice, “Let’s change to Mother Carey!”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='13' id='Page_13'></span><h1>MOTHER CAREY</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         With the wind old Mother Carey,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Churns the sea to make her dairy:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When you see a storm a-brewin’,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         That is Mother Carey’s doin’:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When you see Mother Carey’s chickens,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Then look out to catch the dickens!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='14' id='Page_14'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When you hear the icebergs rattle,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Those are Mother Carey’s cattle:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When you see them split—a-halving,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Then Mother Carey’s cows are calving:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When you see a flying fish,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Lose no time but make your wish:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         Irish pennons when they’re flying,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Set old Mother Carey crying:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='15' id='Page_15'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the sea-gulls dip for slush,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Mother Carey stirs the mush:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When one sea-gull follows you,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Mother Carey soon makes it two:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the sea-gulls fly by two,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Soon good luck will come to you:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the sea-gulls fly by threes,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Soon you’ll have a spanking breeze:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='16' id='Page_16'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         If seven follow you into port,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         There the sailors’ll have good sport:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When a rope trails in the water,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         That is Mother Carey’s garter:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         When the clouds are red as roses,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Those are Mother Carey’s posies:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         If you want to win your Mary,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Throw out a biscuit to Mother Carey:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>                Yo ho oh!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And so they would have chantyd all night long,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But some one broke it with another song.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='17' id='Page_17'></span><h1>THE BIRD CREW</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      The Albatross</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Is the captain and boss,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>            Haul away boys, haul away!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      The sea-gull queers</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Are the officeers,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>            Haul away boys, haul away!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And the Carey chickens as I guess</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Is every one an A.B.S.,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>            Haul away boys, haul away!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“I’ve heard,” said Chapin, “many folk agree,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Those birds are souls of sailors lost at sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='18' id='Page_18'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      And often one around the vessel flies</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      To give us warning ere the storms arise.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      “Talkin’ of spirits in the vasty deep,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Said Ezra Bullard, late of Marblehead,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      “There’s one at least who never goes to sleep,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And mighty little good of him is said;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      His special dispensation is to watch</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      The bottom of the ocean, and to see</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      It don’t fall out—for if it did we catch</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      The very direst kind of misery,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      For all the water runnin’ through the hole</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Would leave it dry as you can understand,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And from the Arctic to the ’tother pole,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      ’Twould be one thunderin’ lot of empty land.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And thereupon in his south-wester tones</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      He let us have the song of Davy Jones.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='19' id='Page_19'></span><h1>DAVY JONES</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Down in the sea among sand and stones,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There lives the old fellow called Davy Jones.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>When storms come up he sighs and groans,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And that is the singing of Davy Jones.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>His chest is full of dead men’s bones,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And that is the locker of Davy Jones.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Davy is Welsh you may hear by his tones,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For a regular Welsher is Davy Jones.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='20' id='Page_20'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Whenever a fish gets drowned, he moans,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So tender-hearted is Davy Jones.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Thousands of ships the old man owns,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But none go a-sailing for Davy Jones.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Well—since you talk o’ the bottom of the sea,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Enoch Doolittle of Salem town,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I know a yarn that beats you full and free,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Because, d’ye know, it takes you deeper down,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And if you’re taken down—of course you’re beat.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“That’s so,” cried all, “so now your yarn repeat!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“All right,” quoth Doolittle, “I’ll serve it hot,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Because, d’ye see, it’s called The Devil’s Pot.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But ’fore I dive into the salty brine,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Give me a gill of white New England wine!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Take one all round to benefit the pub.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Now for the bottom of the pickle tub.”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='21' id='Page_21'></span><h1>THE DEVIL’S POT<SPAN name='r2'/><SPAN href='#f2' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[2]</span></sup></SPAN></h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There’s a place where you see the Atlantic heave</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Like water boiling hot;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Where you come with grief and with joy you leave,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And they call it the Devil’s Pot.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now there was a witch in the good old time,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And she had such power, they say,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Through rocks or stones or sand or lime,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>She could always make her way.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>One night on a broom she went with a whirr;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The devil he saw her fly,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='22' id='Page_22'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the devil he fell in love with her</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As she went sailing by.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>She flew like the devil to scape away,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the devil so did he,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And she jumped from her broom without delay</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And she dived to the bottom of the sea.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And she bored a hole when she got down,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And round and round she twirled,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And closed it behind as she went on,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Till she went straight through the world.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And the devil he dived in the water deep,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And he made it boil like pitch</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As he roared and raved with many a leap,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But he never could find the witch.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='23' id='Page_23'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And still he stirs it by night and day,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And seeks and finds her not;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And that is the reason, the sailors say,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Why it’s called the Devil’s Pot.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“They say that there are witches everywhere,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Jones of Chesapeake, “a livin’ free;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Some in the rocks, some flyin’ in the air,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And some, in course, like fishes in the sea.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ve often heard strange voices in the night—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>They wan’t no birds I’ll swer, nor any sitch—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>One called me once by name; it gim’me fright—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And that I’m sartin was a water-witch.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>One can’t in nat’ral wise account for that,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All you can call it is a Mr. E——</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But there are witches, I will bet a hat;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And so I’ll sing the song of One, Two, Three,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Fust drinkin’ all your healths,”—no more he said,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But in a good round voice went straight ahead:</p>
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<p class='pindent'>The Devil’s Pot is a place on the North Atlantic route where, according to
sailors, there is always bad weather.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='24' id='Page_24'></span><h1>ONE, TWO, THREE</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>I saw three witches as the wind blew cold</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In a red light to the lee;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Bold they were and over-bold</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As they sailed over the sea;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Calling for One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Calling for One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And I think I can hear</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      It a-ringing in my ear,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      A-calling for the One, Two, Three.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And clouds came over the sky,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the wind it blew hard and free,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the waves grew bold and over-bold</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As we sailed over the sea;</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='25' id='Page_25'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Howling for One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Howling for their One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Oh I think I can hear</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      It a-ringing in my ear,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      A-howling for their One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And the storm came roaring on,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Such a storm as I never did see,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the storm it was bold and over-bold,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And as bad as a storm could be;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      A-roaring for its One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      A-howling for its One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Oh I think I can hear</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      It a-howling in my ear,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      A-growling for its One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And a wave came over the deck,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As big as a wave could be,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='26' id='Page_26'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And it took away the captain and the mate and a man:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>It had got the One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And it went with the One, Two, Three!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Oh I think I can hear</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      It a-rolling in my ear,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      As it went with the One, Two, Three.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>This being cheered, I said, “Some time ago</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I made a song in the Italian tongue</p>
<p class='dramaline'>About a witch and pirate—which for you</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Shall, if you like, be now in English sung.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“No, give it first,” cried Saltonstall, “by jingo!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In its own nateral, Eyetalian lingo;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>What I don’t know of it ain’t worth a cent;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Even to Rome I several times have went,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In Naples, too, I’ve had full many a turn</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And know old Spartivento like a dern;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And most of us, I reckon—though we’re Yankee—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Can go the Dago, or some <span class='it'>lingua frankey</span>.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We ain’t so ignorant of what we know;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So go ahead, Signor—<span class='it'>prestissimo</span>!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ef we don’t catch the sense ’twill be a pity.”—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So thus encouraged I began my ditty:</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='27' id='Page_27'></span><h1>LA BELLA STREGA</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Era una bella strega</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Che si bagnava alla riva;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Vennero i pirati,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Lei presero captiva.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Il vento era in poppa,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Sull’onde la nave ballò,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        La donna lacrimante</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Al capitan parlò:</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        “O Signor Capitano!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        O Capitan’ del mar!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='28' id='Page_28'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Daro cento ducati</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Se tu mi lasci andar!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        “Non prenderò cento ducati,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Tu costi molto più,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Io te vendrò al Sultano,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Disse il Capitano</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        “Per mille zecchini d’oro</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Vi stimi troppo giù.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        “Non vuoi i cento ducati.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Ebben, tu non gli avrai,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Ho un’amante amato</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Non mi abbandona mai.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Essa sedé sul ponte,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Principiò a cantar:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        “Vieni il mio amante!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Da lontano il vento</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Si mette a mugghiar.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='29' id='Page_29'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Forte e più forte</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        La tempesta ruggio:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Gridava il Capitano:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        “Io credo che il tuo amante</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        E il vento che corre innante,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Ovvero il diavolo.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Forte e più forte</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        La procella urlò:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        “Sono roccie davanti,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        E il vento vien di dietro,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Ben venuto sei tu, mio amante!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        La bella donna cantò.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        “Vattene al tuo amante</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        All’inferno a cantar!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Disse il Capitano,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        E gettò la donna fuori</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Della nave nel mar.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='30' id='Page_30'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Ma come un gabbiano</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Sull’onde essa volò:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        “O mio Capitano!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Non sarai appiccato,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Ma sarai annegato;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Per sempre addio!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“That’s derned good Dago,” cried Jack Saltonstall;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Blamed ef I didn’t understand it all.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For the best songs are easiest understood:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Now then let’s hear if t’other side’s as good!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A song is like a bird—’cos birds do sing—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So carve us out the second breast and wing;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And with your anthem bid our hearts rejoice:”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Encouraged thus I lifted up my voice.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='31' id='Page_31'></span><h1>THE BEAUTIFUL WITCH</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>A pretty witch was bathing</p>
<p class='dramaline'>By the beach one summer day;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There came a boat with pirates</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who carried her away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The ship had a breeze behind her,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Over the waves went she!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“O Signor Capitano,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>O Captain of the Sea!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ll give you a hundred ducats,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>If you will set me free!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“I will not take a hundred;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>You’re worth much more, you know:</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='32' id='Page_32'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ll sell you to the Sultan</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For a thousand golden sequins:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>You put yourself far too low.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“You will not take a hundred,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Very well then, let them be!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But I have a constant lover</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who, as you may discover,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Will never abandon me.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>On the deck, before the rover,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The witch began to sing:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Oh come to me, my lover!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the wind as it stole over</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Began to howl and ring.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Louder and ever louder</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Became the tempest’s roar,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The captain in a passion</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='33' id='Page_33'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Thus at the lady swore:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I believe that your windy lover</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Is the devil and nothing more!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Wilder and ever wilder</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The tempest raged and rang,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“There are rocks ahead, and the wind dead aft,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Thank you, my love!” the lady laughed</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As unto the wind she sang.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Oh go with your cursed lover</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To <span class='it'>inferno</span> to sing for me!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So cried the angry captain,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And threw the lady over</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To sink in the stormy sea.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But changing into a sea-gull</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Over the waves she flew.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“O capitain, captain bold,” sang she,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='34' id='Page_34'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>“ ’Tis true you’ve missed the gallows tree,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But now you’ll drown in the foaming sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>O captain, forever adieu!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Talkin’ of witches and magicianers,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Cried out Jack Saltonstall of Newbury port,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“They are the devil’s own parishioners,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And I knew one of a peculiar sort,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Because he was a sailor—had he been</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A lawyer, now, it wouldn’t seem so queer:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For conjurers ’mong us ain’t often seen,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And he was of the kind who ain’t small beer,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Possessing cash enough to roll in bliss:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>However that may be, the story’s <span class='it'>this</span>.”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='35' id='Page_35'></span><h1>THE WITCH’S BOX</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Once when I went upon a trip</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Likewise to the Southern sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We had a man upon the ship</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And a wonderful man was he.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>A handsomer man I never did spy,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>At home or in any port;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But there was something in his eye</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of a most peculiar sort.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And all in Trinidado’s port</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was a woman fair and rich,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With her my messmate did consort,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And I heard she was a witch.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='36' id='Page_36'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Her eyes, like his, had a greenish glare,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>They seemed to be quite of a level,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the general look of the loving pair</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was exactly the look of the devil.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now when it was time to up and lift,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the ship must leave the docks,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He came aboard with her parting gift,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A brown little wooden box.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now this man had hardly a shirt to his back,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When he started on this trip,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the mate declared that such a Jack</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was a regular shame to the ship.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Then this man he winked a dreadful wink,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And said to the mate, “I’ll be floored:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But I’ve got more clothes in my box, I think,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Than all of the men on board.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='37' id='Page_37'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now his box was only one foot square,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And what was our surprise</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When he opened it and pulled out a pair</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of shirts before our eyes!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Next came a hat and a jacket blue,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With trousers of the best,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For everything was nice and new,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And so on with all the rest.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And when he was drest, all spick and span,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We observed upon our oaths</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That we didn’t believe even our old man</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Had got such a suit of clothes.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Twenty-four hours arter, I heard him say,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And I thought it was very strange:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I never wear my clothes but a day</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And now it is time to change.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='38' id='Page_38'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“I make you a gift on ’em fair and plain,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With a quid of tobacco to boot.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Sayin’ this he opened his box again,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And pulled out another new suit.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And the same thing happened the very next day,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>At about the very same bells,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He took off his second suit so gay,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And gave it to somebody else.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>So it happened every day again,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Till he’d rigged us all from his store;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And such a dandy lot of men</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Were never in a ship before.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Then we never had any scrimmages</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For fear of spilin’ our slops:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We looked like the graven images</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Before the tailors’ shops.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='39' id='Page_39'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But a man named Knox from Edinboro toun,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Always took the thing amiss,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And often remarked with a doubtful frown:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“There is something eereligious in this!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>So one day when our friend had opened his box,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Before we could prevent,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Up behind him came Mr. Knox</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And dropped in his New Testament.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There came a flash of lightning bright,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And an awful thunder’s roar,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the box and the sailor went clean out o’ sight,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And we never beheld ’em more.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And all to ashes and all to wreck</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Went our clothes, and we looked forlorn,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For there we were standing on the deck</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As naked as we were born!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='40' id='Page_40'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And this is the lesson short and small,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which we learned from our liberal friend,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That the things which cost you nothing at all</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Never come to any good in the end.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And when the laugh at this had died away,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Mose Brown of Bristol in the whaling line</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said: “Mermaids are the witches of the sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which in good looks are really superfine.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And on this subject I will give a song,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which I daresay you all already know,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But anyway it isn’t very long,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Though it was made a hundred years ago,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I guess that mermaids were much plentier then;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Perhaps they’re scared of steamboats and the swell</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which drives the fish as foxes do a hen—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So like the steamers I will now propel.”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='41' id='Page_41'></span><h1>THE MERMAID</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      One Friday morning we set sail<SPAN name='r3'/><SPAN href='#f3' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[3]</span></sup></SPAN></p>
<p class='dramaline'>      It was not far from land,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      When I espied a fair mermaid,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      With a comb and a glass in her hand.</p>
<p class='dramaline'> <span class='it'>Chorus.</span> And the raging winds do blow, blow, blow,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And the raging winds do blow;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And we poor sailors climbing up aloft,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And the land lubbers lying down below.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Then up spoke the boy of our gallant ship</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And a well-spoken boy was he:</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='42' id='Page_42'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>      “I’ve a mother and father in London town,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And this night they will weep for me.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And a well-spoken man was he:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      “I’ve a wife who is living in Liverpool town,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      A wife whom I never shall see.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      “My wife who is living in Liverpool town</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      This night will be looking for me;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      She may look till the sun no more goes down,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      She may look to the bottom of the sea.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Then three times around went our gallant ship,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And three times around went she;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And three times around was the end of her trip,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      When she sank to the bottom of the sea.</p>
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<p class='pindent'>There may be a few readers to whom it is necessary to point out that this first
ballad of the “Mermaid” is an old song, here used as introduction to a second by
me, which is of the same nature.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='43' id='Page_43'></span><h1>THE MERMAN</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Then another man said when that song was sung:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There are men like you and me,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who will sometimes come ashore and get sprung,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Yet who live at the bottom of the sea.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>For I myself knew one of that folk</p>
<p class='dramaline'>(I believe he still lives and thrives),</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And I’ll tell you the truth without any joke</p>
<p class='dramaline'>How we saved one another’s blest lives.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>I was walking one night in New York town,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the moon shone bright and clear,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When I thought I heard a singular sound</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That came from a board-yard near.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='44' id='Page_44'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>First was a groan of misery,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And then a scythe of pain;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And a voice which wailed: “Oh where is the Sea?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which I never shall see again?”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And I thought that party must be cracked,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or a little over the bay;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Because the water was not, in fact,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A half of a mile away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>So I looked that sufferin’ mortal up,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And found, sufficiently soon,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A man who looked like a perishin’ pup,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As he lay in the light of the moon.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And I said to him, “Matey, just confess</p>
<p class='dramaline'>What all of this row’s about,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And what was it got you into this mess,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And how can I get you out?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='45' id='Page_45'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Then this man he opened his eyes so wide:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“No more do I ask of thee</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Than to carry me down to the water’s side,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And chuck me right into the sea.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And I says, “ ’Tis a singular thing to ask,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But I think it can be no sin,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And anyhow ’tis an easy task</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To carry and pitch you in.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>So I picked that perishin’ person up,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And slewed him on my back,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And he wriggled and moved with many a flup</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Like a codfish or a jack.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But when I had carried him half the way,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He seemed to be half-way done,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And when we had got ’longside of the bay,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I guessed that his life was gone.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='46' id='Page_46'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But when he heard the water splash,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He opened his eyes—you bet!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And said: “If you only will make a dash—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Good Lord! there’s a chance for me yet!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And when we came to the water’s edge,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I never a word did say,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But carried him right to the end of the Ledge,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And dumped him into the Bay.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And then he gin a yell of delight,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And then he warbled a tune,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As he swam about in the water bright,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All there in the light of the moon.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And he hollered to me his partin’ thanks,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And said: “I am outer my pain;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Good-bye! I’m off for the ’Foundland Banks;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Some day we shall meet again.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='47' id='Page_47'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now when a year had passed I found</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Myself in a Southern sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A-wrecked; for all on board were drowned,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And nobody saved but me.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And as I sat upon the turf,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And looked at the water blue,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A man came walking out of the surf,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And says to me: “How do you do?</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“I think you don’t remember me,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Allow me to let you know</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’m the fellow that you threw into the sea—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In New York—a year ago.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“My home is down in the Ocean deep,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And sometimes—would you think?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I go ashore when men are asleep</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To a tavern to take a drink.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='48' id='Page_48'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“My mother was a mermaid fair,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>She lived down in the sea;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And my father he was a Dutch sailór,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So it came that I am what I be.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And I can walk about on land</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Until my clothes are dry,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But that brings up to the end of my sand,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For then I must surely die:</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And my soul sail off for Doldrum Isle,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Unless some one pities my pain,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And carries me down where the waters bile,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And puts me in ’em again.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“One turn deserves another, ahoy!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And John must settle with Jack;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>You treated me like a brother, old boy</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And now I will pay you back.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='49' id='Page_49'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“In this bag there is more than a thousand pound,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And I give it all to you:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In a Spanish galloon that money I found,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>(It’s a thing which I frequently do).</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“But in this place you’d be sure to spile,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So now I will give you a tip:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Just walk to the other side of this isle,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And there you will find a ship.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“You’ll find her there as sure as you’re born;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Her name is the <span class='it'>Clara Belle</span>,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>She sails for Havanna in the morn,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So, matey—fare-you-well!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Farewell—for here I cannot bide.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He turned his back to the shore,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And walked right into the risin’ tide,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And I never beheld him more.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='50' id='Page_50'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>So we never should doubt of a mystery,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There are lots of ’em round us still;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For nobody knows what’s down in the sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And nobody ever will.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Said Brown, “That story now goes home to me.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Folks say a witch, a wizard, and a Finn,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Are all jint partners in all deviltry,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The Devil himself of course bein’ counted in;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And of these Northern conjurers I can sing</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A song if you will join me in the chorus.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>First take your drinks—that is the prudent thing,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We never know in life what lies before us.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which having done, himself he did begin</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The wondrous ballad of the “Wizard Finn.”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='51' id='Page_51'></span><h1>THE WIZARD FINN</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>As I suppose, you all have heard</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There’s no good luck with a Finn on board,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I can tell you that is so.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ve sailed with one and I ought to know:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    For it is true, upon my word,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Eric Jansen was his name,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And from Christián’ he came;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A seemly man all for to see,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But devil a bit the man for me:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    For it is true, as all have heard,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='52' id='Page_52'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>From the hour he joined the ship,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All went wrong in all the trip;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>’Twas nothing but swear and growl and groan,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the weather was just the devil’s own:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    You may reckon it all absurd,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    But there’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Our grub was spoiled from that first hour,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Except the vinegar all was sour;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All you heard was Lubber! and Liar!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And everything hot except the fire:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    For it is true, as all accord,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>For as the doctors all do know,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A Finn has fins between each toe:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He is web-footed like a duck;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which is the cause of his bad luck:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    For it is true, as I averred,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='53' id='Page_53'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And when at last it got so bad,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That master and men were nigh gone mad,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A rummerin’ whisper did begin</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That ’twas all along of this here Finn:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    For it is true, and on re-córd</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And the long and short of this debate</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was that one night our second mate,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Bein’ as mad as a man might be,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Pitched Eric Jansen into the sea:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    For it is true, unless I’ve erred,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>When all at once around there came</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Over the sea a greenish flame,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the biggest whale I ever spied,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Rose up by Eric Jansen’s side:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    For it is true, as you may’ve inferred,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='54' id='Page_54'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And the Finn he got upon the whale,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And off in the flame we saw them sail;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Hearing a song as they fell behind,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Like women singing with the wind:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    For it is true, as all have concurred,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Off from the ship and off the shore,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And Eric Jansen we saw no more;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But from that hour, aboard that ship,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All went well for the rest of the trip:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    For it is true, upon my word,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    As you and I have often heard,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    People may say it’s all absurd,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And yet it holds as I averred,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And bein’ a fact it’s on recórd,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    Unless the best of men have erred,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    As you may truly have inferred,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    In which observers have concurred:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“That story of the Finn,” said one to Brown,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Is of the kind which hev been salted down,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which is the reason, I suppose, why you</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Take such a lot of pains to prove it’s true.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When tales are c’rect in all their fitnesses,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There ain’t no need of forty witnesses,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Nor one at all I guess, but that’s enough;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Now listen to the song of ‘Charley Buff,’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who always said, ‘I am a truthful man:’ ”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He polished off his drink and thus began:</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='55' id='Page_55'></span><h1>CHARLEY BUFF</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         Oh Charley Buff was his parents’ joy,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           And as he always told,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         He went to sea as a cabin-boy</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           Before he was one year old.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='56' id='Page_56'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  <span class='it'>Chorus.</span> Now this is pretty bad,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           But it’s nothin’ to what’s a-coming:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         Yet Charley he was a truthful lad,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           And never indulged in humming.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         And this Charley Buff allays said to me:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           “To lie I cannot afford,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         For you know I hev got more truth in me</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           Than all of the rest on board.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         “I have seen in the isle of Barriboo</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           Such high-sized coco-nuts,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         That the natives used to split ’em in two</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           And use ’em to make their huts.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         “I hev seen the Kanaka women</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           Foller a ship’n full sail,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         A thousand miles a-swimmin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           For a bottle or a tenpenny nail.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='57' id='Page_57'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         “I hev seen the eggs of the toodly-wang;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           It’s a bird in the Muldive Isles;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         And when they hatch they burst with a bang</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           You can hear five hundred miles.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         “From a Cariboo king named Jocko,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           A man of cheerful life,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         For only a fid of tobacco</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           I bought me a beautiful wife.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         “One night she was gone, by gum!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           But as soon as ever I missed her,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         From the king for a glass of rum</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           I bought her younger sister.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>         “One evening for their tea</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           Her family broiled and ate her;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         ‘Never mind!’ says the king to me,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           ‘Just go and pick out a better.’ ”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='58' id='Page_58'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  <span class='it'>Chorus.</span> Now this is pretty bad,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           Yet it’s nothin’ to what’s a-coming;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>         But I hear the old man a bawlin’ like mad,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>           So I guess I will stop my humming.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Wal,” answered Brown, “that comes it rather strong.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Now if you like I’ll sing a pirate’s song</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of which you all have heard at times a bit;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ve jined ’em into one to make ’em fit,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Like beads upon a string, altho’ I fear</p>
<p class='dramaline'>It’s partly pirate and part mutineer.”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='59' id='Page_59'></span><h1>BOLD ROBIN ROVER</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Bold Robin Rover</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Said to his crew:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        “Up with the black flag</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          And down with the blue!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Up with the Black Boy!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          All men to show,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Over the water</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          And off let us go!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        A man-of-war he hailed us:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          “Come under my lee!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        “See you damned,” said the pirate,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          “For I’d rather sink at sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='60' id='Page_60'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>        In the blue water</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Far out and free,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Cruising down on the shore</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          By the coast of Barbary.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        We met the <span class='it'>Flying Dutchman</span>,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          By midnight he came,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        His hull was all of hell fire,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          His sails were all o’ flame;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Fire on the main-top,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Fire on the bow,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Fire on the gun-deck,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Fire down below!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Four-and-twenty dead men,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Those were the crew,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        The devil on the bowsprit</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Fiddled as she flew.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='61' id='Page_61'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        We gave her a broadside</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Right in the dip,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Just like a candle,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Out went the ship.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        We met a gallant vessel</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          A-sailing on the sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        For mercy, for mercy,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          For mercy, she did plea;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        But the mercy we gave her</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          We sunk her in the sea;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Cruising down on the shore</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          By the coast of Barbary,</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Four-and-twenty Spaniards,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Mighty men of rank,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        With their golden ladies</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Had to walk the plank,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='62' id='Page_62'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Over the gunwale</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Into the sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Cruising down on the shore,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          By the coast of Barbary.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Oh devil take the captain!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          And devil take the ship!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And devil take the cargo!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          And devil take the trip!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And devil take the bo’su’n!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          And devil take his call!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And devil take the doctor!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          And devil take ’em all!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>        Over the quarter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Over the sail,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Into the water,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Dead as a nail,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='63' id='Page_63'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Slung like a biscuit,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Hot as a coal,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Where the sharks may take the body,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          And the devil take the soul!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Then spoke Grim Sam of Jersey, “As we’ve heard</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A mermaid or a witch is the same bird,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But of a different feather, so a pirate,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And slaver, is all one for guards to fire at,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For pirates kill and plunder all they catch,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And slavers at the same are just their match;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There ain’t no special difference” (it was said</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That Sam himself well knew the Guinea trade,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And half-way to the devil had sent his soul</p>
<p class='dramaline'>By running into Cuba “sacks of coal”)—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And then he sang to us right merrily</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A slaver’s song, which was not writ by me.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='64' id='Page_64'></span><h1>TIME FOR US TO GO</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>With sails let fall and sheeted home, and clear of the ground were we,</p>
<p class='line0'>We passed the bank, stood round the light, and sailed away to sea;</p>
<p class='line0'>The wind was fair and the coast was clear, and the brig was noways slow,</p>
<p class='line0'>For she was built in Baltimore, and ’twas time for us to go.</p>
<p class='line0'>                    Time for us to go,</p>
<p class='line0'>                    Time for us to go,</p>
<p class='line0'>For she was built in Baltimore, and ’twas time for us to go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>A quick run to the West we had, and when we made the Bight,</p>
<p class='line0'>We kept the offing all day long, and crossed the bar at night.</p>
<p class='line0'>Six hundred niggers in the hold, and seventy we did stow,</p>
<p class='line0'>And when we’d clapped the hatches on, ’twas time for us to go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>We hadn’t been three days at sea before we saw a sail,</p>
<p class='line0'>So we clapped on every inch she’d stand, although it blew a gale,</p>
<p class='line0'>And we walked along full fourteen knots, for the barkie she did know,</p>
<p class='line0'>As well as ever a soul on board, ’twas time for us to go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>We carried away the royal yards, and the stun’sle boom was gone,</p>
<p class='line0'>Says the skipper, “They may go or stand; I’m darned if I don’t crook on.</p>
<p class='line0'>So the weather braces we’ll round in, and the trys’le set also,</p>
<p class='line0'>And we’ll keep the brig three p’ints away, for it’s time for us to go.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Oh yard-arm under she did plunge in the trough of the deep seas,</p>
<p class='line0'>And her masts they thrashed about like whips as she bowled before the breeze,</p>
<p class='line0'>And every yard did buckle up like to a bending bow,</p>
<p class='line0'>But her spars were tough as whalebone, and ’twas time for us to go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>We dropped the cruiser in the night, and our cargo landed we,</p>
<p class='line0'>And ashore we went, with our pockets full of dollars, on the spree.</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='66' id='Page_66'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>And when the liquor it is out, and the locker it is low,</p>
<p class='line0'>Then to sea again, in the ebony trade, ’twill be time for us to go.</p>
<p class='line0'>                    Time for us to go,</p>
<p class='line0'>                    Time for us to go,</p>
<p class='line0'>Then to sea again, in the ebony trade, ’twill be time for us to go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>    “Wall,” said Mose Brown, “I ’low that that escape</p>
<p class='line0'>    From the derned cruiser was a blame close shave,</p>
<p class='line0'>    And I myself once in as bad a scrape</p>
<p class='line0'>    Was lifted out by one big thumping wave</p>
<p class='line0'>    On the same line of coast—or thereabout,</p>
<p class='line0'>    Since it was off the Bight—that’s old Benin—</p>
<p class='line0'>    Where as the sayin’ is, ‘but one goes out</p>
<p class='line0'>    Of all a hundred strangers who go in.’</p>
<p class='line0'>    It ain’t so healthy quite—to be exact—</p>
<p class='line0'>    As ’tis in Colorado high and dry,</p>
<p class='line0'>    Where they send invalids—it is a fact—</p>
<p class='line0'>    Off to some other country for to die;</p>
<p class='line0'>    Excuse me, gents, for keepin’ you so long,</p>
<p class='line0'>    Now I’ll proceed to let you hev my song.”</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='67' id='Page_67'></span><h1>ROLLING OVER<SPAN name='r4'/><SPAN href='#f4' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[4]</span></sup></SPAN></h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>    It was upon a Boston brig, and that was in the Fall,</p>
<p class='line0'>    Our barky she was light as a gig, for our lading was but small;</p>
<p class='line0'>    And it was in the American War as we were sailing thus,</p>
<p class='line0'>    When we saw a steamer from afar, and knew she was after us.</p>
<p class='line0'>      <span class='it'>Chorus.</span> Rolling over, rolling over, rolling on.</p>
<p class='line0'>             The roaring waves they came,</p>
<p class='line0'>             Like water into fire all gone,</p>
<p class='line0'>             For the sea was all of a flame.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now I have often seen by dark the sea a-burning bright,</p>
<p class='line0'>But nothing did I yet remark like what it was that night,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='68' id='Page_68'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>And the wake we left behind us as we sailed for many an hour,</p>
<p class='line0'>Was like a fiery serpent who was chasing to devour.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And then the captain made a speech to us a-standing round,</p>
<p class='line0'>And said: “ ’Fore I’ll be taken I’ll be damned if I don’t be drowned;</p>
<p class='line0'>Yet if you will be plucky, men, and likewise well behaved,</p>
<p class='line0'>We’ve got one chance in a thousand yet, but what we may be saved.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“About ten miles to leeward there lies the Guinea land,</p>
<p class='line0'>And for fifty miles before it clear a narrow bar of sand;</p>
<p class='line0'>And if we find a deepish place—as such of them there are—</p>
<p class='line0'>It just is barely possible that we may clear the bar.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then we gave three cheers for our old man because we liked his dash,</p>
<p class='line0'>And allowed ere we’d go to prison that we all would go to smash;</p>
<p class='line0'>So then we set the wheel up with the steamer coming down,</p>
<p class='line0'>And never a man did care a damn if he was going to drown.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='69' id='Page_69'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>Now as we came unto the bar I happened to remark</p>
<p class='line0'>A spot among the waves on which the water it was dark;</p>
<p class='line0'>And I showed it to the captain, who saw the place was fit,</p>
<p class='line0'>And hollered to the helmsman to steer her straight for it.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now just as we were working to this very closest shave,</p>
<p class='line0'>There came by Heaven’s mercy a tremendous booming wave,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which gave the barky such a lift, thanks to our lucky star,</p>
<p class='line0'>That though we felt the bottom scrape—by God we crossed the bar!</p>
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<p class='line0'>And as we came in the still water we gave three roaring cheers,</p>
<p class='line0'>For the rebel he was locked outside—of him we had no fears;</p>
<p class='line0'>But I never shall forget until I come unto my grave,</p>
<p class='line0'>How we were saved on the Guinea coast by the sea-light and the wave.</p>
<p class='line0'>      <span class='it'>Chorus.</span> Rolling over, rolling over, rolling on.</p>
<p class='line0'>             The roaring waves they came,</p>
<p class='line0'>             Like water into fire all gone,</p>
<p class='line0'>             For the sea was all of a flame.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='70' id='Page_70'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>             Quoth Nat of Stonington, “That <span class='it'>is</span> a bruiser,</p>
<p class='line0'>             And yet I know darn’d well it could be done</p>
<p class='line0'>             With the third wave—but talking of a cruiser,</p>
<p class='line0'>             I know a song—’tis just a little one—</p>
<p class='line0'>             But first I would observe that a <span class='it'>muskeeter</span></p>
<p class='line0'>             Is not an insect, for as you should know</p>
<p class='line0'>             The term’s applied unto a different creeter,</p>
<p class='line0'>             Which sails about the Gulf of Mexico.</p>
<p class='line0'>             Sometimes the thing is called a <span class='it'>guard-accoster</span>,<SPAN name='r5'/><SPAN href='#f5' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[5]</span></sup></SPAN></p>
<p class='line0'>             And when one did accost us with a gun,</p>
<p class='line0'>             Out of the way we ginerally tost her;</p>
<p class='line0'>             It ain’t hard work to make a greaser run.</p>
<p class='line0'>             Well, that’ll do. We got a song before us,</p>
<p class='line0'>             And them as likes may holler in the chorus.”</p>
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<div id='f4'><SPAN href='#r4'>[4]</SPAN></div>
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<p class='pindent'>This ballad was very much revised, corrected, turned over, and re-turned, by
sundry old sailors, chief among whom was the ancient mariner, Captain Stead.
Almost the same could be said of all these songs, but this one was specially “cut up
and salted down for sea use.”</p>
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<div id='f5'><SPAN href='#r5'>[5]</SPAN></div>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='it'>Guarda Costa.</span></p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='71' id='Page_71'></span><h1>THE MUSQUITO</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Said Paul unto Peter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I see a muskeeter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    The boat’s coming over the bay.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Peter to Paul,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“She is saucy, though small,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And the captain is sailing away.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Said Paul unto Peter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Confound the old creetur,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    The boat’s coming over the bay.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Peter to Paul,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“We will soon make her squall,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And the captain is sailing away.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='72' id='Page_72'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Said Paul unto Peter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“We’ll bang her and beat her!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    The boat’s coming over the bay.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Peter to Paul,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Set stun’sles and all,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And the captain is sailing away.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Said Paul unto Peter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“We’ll give her short metre,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    The boat’s coming over the bay.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Peter to Paul,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Give her powder and ball,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And the captain is sailing away.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Said Paul unto Peter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“We’ll roast her and eat her,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    The boat’s coming over the bay.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Peter to Paul,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“We will gobble them all,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And the captain is sailing away!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Now, ’fore we fairly get into the Gulf,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Saltonstall, “and fall into its tide,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which swallows up so many like a wolf,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ll sing a song about a place outside,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Where a thing once took place which was a wonder—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I mean the story of ‘Old Stand from Under.’ ”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='73' id='Page_73'></span><h1>STAND FROM UNDER!</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>I was sailing in a vessel a long time ago,</p>
<p class='line0'>All the while dead against us the wind used to blow,</p>
<p class='line0'>And it seemed as if aboard us that nothing would go right,</p>
<p class='line0'>When over the Bahamas a-sailing by the night.</p>
<p class='line0'>   <span class='it'>Chorus.</span> By the night, by the night,</p>
<p class='line0'>          When over the Bahamas a-sailing by the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>  In the dark, up in the rigging, or somewhere on high,</p>
<p class='line0'>  “Hallo! Stand from under!” a voice used to cry;</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='74' id='Page_74'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>  But the Being who hallooed it was always out of sight,</p>
<p class='line0'>  When over the Bahamas a-sailing by the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>  On that gloomy haunted vessel, and all among her crew,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Was a dark and silent sailor whom no one ever knew;</p>
<p class='line0'>  And the Voice it called the loudest when that seaman came to light,</p>
<p class='line0'>  When over the Bahamas a-sailing by the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>  And we said to him one midnight when we heard it worst of all,</p>
<p class='line0'>  “Your friend there in the rigging is giving you a call.”</p>
<p class='line0'>  Then he looked up above him with such bitterness and spite,</p>
<p class='line0'>  When over the Bahama Isles a-sailing by the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>  When the Voice with “Stand from under!” once again to him salamed,</p>
<p class='line0'>  He hallooed back like thunder: “Let go then and be damned!”</p>
<p class='line0'>  Like a man in desperation who expects a cruel fight,</p>
<p class='line0'>  All over the Bahamas a-sailing by the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>  And as the word was spoken—like coming to a beck—</p>
<p class='line0'>  A something came a-whizzing and fell down upon the deck,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And the body of a mariner was there before our sight,</p>
<p class='line0'>  All over the Bahama Isles a-sailing by the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>  And looking at the dead man, he said: “I do declare!</p>
<p class='line0'>  An hour’s sail from Cuba I stabbed that fellow there.</p>
<p class='line0'>  And now he always haunts me, though I killed him fair, in fight,</p>
<p class='line0'>  All over the Bahama Isles a-sailing by the night.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>  “But the devil a bit of fear have I of dead or living men,</p>
<p class='line0'>  I’ve lifted him before and I can lift him up again,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And pitch him in the water, and sink him out of sight,</p>
<p class='line0'>  All over the Bahamas a-sailing by the night.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>  He grappled with the dead man in spite of all our cries,</p>
<p class='line0'>  When life and awful anger came in the corpse’s eyes;</p>
<p class='line0'>  It tore him to the toffrail and held him deadly tight,</p>
<p class='line0'>  All over the Bahama Isles a-sailing by the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>  And overboard together in a grapple went the two,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And downward sunk before us into the water blue;</p>
<p class='line0'>  But in and all around them shone a corpo-santo light,</p>
<p class='line0'>  All over the Bahama Isles a-sailing by the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>  But from that very minute the wind blew well and fair,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And everything went right with us when we had lost the pair;</p>
<p class='line0'>  But I always shall remember while I live that awful sight,</p>
<p class='line0'>  All over the Bahama Isles a-sailing by the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>    “Now that we’re gittin’ t’wards the Spanish Strand,”</p>
<p class='line0'>    Said Moses Brown, a-waving his bandana,</p>
<p class='line0'>    “I just propose that first of all I land—</p>
<p class='line0'>    As all of us have done—at the old Havanna.</p>
<p class='line0'>    Adventures there do gin’rally abound,</p>
<p class='line0'>    The natives being all sus-ceptive creeters;</p>
<p class='line0'>    For if romance upon this airth is found,</p>
<p class='line0'>    It sartinly <span class='it'>is</span> ’mong the senoritas.</p>
<p class='line0'>    Though he who of ’em would advantage take,</p>
<p class='line0'>    Must be on hand and al’ays wide awake:</p>
<p class='line0'>    <span class='it'>Quien el diablo ha de engañar</span></p>
<p class='line0'>    <span class='it'>Mañana ha bien de levantar</span>.”</p>
<p class='line0'>    Meanin’ that “who the devil would deceive,</p>
<p class='line0'>    Must rise uncommon early,” I believe.</p>
<p class='line0'>    That is the precious time to pick a salad,</p>
<p class='line0'>    As happened to the fellow in my ballad;</p>
<p class='line0'>    Who carried off the booty, as the Fox</p>
<p class='line0'>    Took the fair Hen from the two fighting Cocks.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='77' id='Page_77'></span><h1>NEAR HAVANNA</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  It was down near Havanna town, ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  It was down near Havanna town, low,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        That I saw a mortal fight,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        At the coming on of night,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  By the starlight a long time ago.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='78' id='Page_78'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Two Spaniards were a-fighting for their lives,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    The blades flashed like lightning up and down;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To the click and the clock of the knives,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And <span class='it'>there</span> stood a lady looking on.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  I asked her the cause of the fray,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And she answered in Spanish: “Oh see!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  They are villains who carried me away,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And now they are fighting for me.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  And I said as I looked at her face</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    That I hardly could blame such a theft,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “But I’ll wait until one gets his grace,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    Then I’ll tackle with the other who is left.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  But just as I spoke, with a start,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    The two leapt and fell on the sand,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  For both had been stabbed to the heart</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And each had his death out of hand.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='79' id='Page_79'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  So I and the <span class='it'>donna</span> were friends,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And that of the kindest and best;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Now here this true history ends,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And you must imagine the rest.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  And ’twas all near Havanna town, ho!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  It was down by Havanna town, low,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        That I saw this mortal fight,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        At the coming on of night,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  By the starlight a long time ago.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There sat a stranger there whom no one knew,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who did not seem a follower of the sea,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And yet no stranger surely to the Blue,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who now politely spoke the company,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Saying unto them: “Mates, ’tween you and me,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I put it as a question—don’t you think</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That it is pretty near time to take a drink?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And if you do belong to Gideon’s Band,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then here’s my purse to pay—and here’s my hand”—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There was a roar of laughter loud and long,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And then the stranger burst into a song;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But for a minute were they all so gay,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For with the words their laughter died away.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='80' id='Page_80'></span><h1>THE THREE DEAD MEN<br/> <span class='sub-head'><span class='it'>Los tres Muertos</span></span></h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>Ever so far and far away,</p>
<p class='line0'>Down in the hollow by the bay,</p>
<p class='line0'>Where the beach is dry and the rocks are high,</p>
<p class='line0'>Under the sand three dead men lie.</p>
<p class='line0'>      There they lie alow, low, low,</p>
<p class='line0'>      Nor hear the cockrel’s crow.</p>
<p class='line0'>Where the palm-trees are a-growing, and the wind is ever blowing,</p>
<p class='line0'>      There they lie alow, low, low.</p>
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<p class='line0'>One was drowned in yonder sea,</p>
<p class='line0'>One was shot as it may be,</p>
<p class='line0'>One was left on the beach to die,</p>
<p class='line0'>But all in the hollow sleeping lie.</p>
<p class='line0'>      There they lie alow, low, low,</p>
<p class='line0'>      Nor wake at the cockrel’s crow.</p>
<p class='line0'>Where the palm-trees are a-growing, and the wind is ever blowing,</p>
<p class='line0'>      There they lie alow, low, low.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Sometimes when the moon is bright</p>
<p class='line0'>You can see the three, like gulls in flight,</p>
<p class='line0'>Flitting along above the waves,</p>
<p class='line0'>Or sitting and talking on their graves,</p>
<p class='line0'>      Where they lie alow, low, low,</p>
<p class='line0'>      Nor hear the cockrel’s crow.</p>
<p class='line0'>Where the palm-trees are a-growing, and the wind is ever blowing,</p>
<p class='line0'>      There they lie alow, low, low.</p>
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<p class='line0'>      There was a pause—when some one merrily</p>
<p class='line0'>      Struck up a song which all have known of old;</p>
<p class='line0'>      How Billy Taylor’s sweetheart went to sea,</p>
<p class='line0'>      And how she fought in an engagement bold:</p>
<p class='line0'>      And as the talk ran on of female sailors</p>
<p class='line0'>      Who’ve gone to sea in men-of-war, or whalers,</p>
<p class='line0'>      Until I spoke and said: “I know a lay</p>
<p class='line0'>      About a Spanish lady, old lang syne,</p>
<p class='line0'>      Who, as a sailor, wished to sail away—</p>
<p class='line0'>      The words are by another and not mine:”</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='82' id='Page_82'></span><h1>THE LADY-SAILOR<SPAN name='r6'/><SPAN href='#f6' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[6]</span></sup></SPAN></h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>    I’ll go in yon boat, my mother,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    Oh yes! in yon boat I’ll go;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    I’ll go with the mariner, mother,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And I’ll be a mariner too.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='83' id='Page_83'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>      <span class='it'>Ay, ay, ay, verdadero,</span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>      <span class='it'>Ay, ay, con el marinero!</span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And I’ll be a mariner too!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>    Mother, there’s no refusing,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    What true love demands I must do;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    In love there’s no picking and choosing,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    So I’ll be a mariner too.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      <span class='it'>Ay, ay, verdadero,</span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>      <span class='it'>Ay, ay, con el marinero</span>,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And I’ll be a mariner too!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“I like those Spanish songs,” the stranger said:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Many I’ve heard and many I have read,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And if you like I’ll give you one in rhyme,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>By Gil Vincente of the oldest time,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which holds its own, and bravely, one may say,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For Spanish sailors sing it to this day.”</p>
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<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>Irme quiero, madre,</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>En aquella galera</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>Con el marinero</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>Por ser marinera.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='84' id='Page_84'></span><h1>THE SPANISH SAILOR’S SONG</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>          If you’re sleeping, my dear,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Wake and open to me!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          For the hour is at hand</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          When afar we must flee.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>          If your white feet are bare</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Still no longer delay;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          For deep are the waters</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Which roll in our way.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>          The waters so deep</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          Of the Guadalquivír;</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='85' id='Page_85'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>          The hour is at hand,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>          We must wander, my dear.<SPAN name='r7'/><SPAN href='#f7' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[7]</span></sup></SPAN></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>’Tis strange, he added, how our land, in truth,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As it goes Southward seems to turn to youth,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And with a softer sun all words are sung—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As things are warmed—into the Spanish tongue:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ve given you a song, let’s have another;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Well, I know one,” I said, “which seems its brother,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Although, compared to yours, it’s nearer zero,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In Spanish, <span class='it'>Digas tu el marinero!</span>”</p>
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<p class='line'>Si dormis, donçella,</p>
<p class='line'>Despertad y abrid,</p>
<p class='line'>Que venida es la hora,</p>
<p class='line'>Si quereis partir.</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line'>Si descalza estais</p>
<p class='line'>No querais calzar,</p>
<p class='line'>Que muchas las aquas</p>
<p class='line'>Teneis de pasar—</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line'>Las aguas tan hondas</p>
<p class='line'>De Guadalquivír;</p>
<p class='line'>Que venida es la hora</p>
<p class='line'>Si teneis partir.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='86' id='Page_86'></span><h1>THE LOVER TO THE SAILOR</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now tell me this, my sailor boy,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  As sure as you love your wine,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh did you ever see a ship</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  As trim as that girl of mine?</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And you who’ve been in many a gale,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And stood on many a deck;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh did you ever see a sail</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  As white as my true love’s neck?</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And you who have been where the red rose blows</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  In many a Southern place,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh did you ever see a rose</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Like those in my sweetheart’s face?</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Here’s a cheer for the women with jet black curls,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Of Spain or of Portugal!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And seven for the Yankee and English girls,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  The prettiest of them all!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Wall now,” cried Jones, “I railly must admit,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Them Spanish songs of yourn hev taste and wit;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But as I’m gettin’ hungry, what is upper</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In me just now is that I want my supper;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And while it’s cookin’, till they bring the tub,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ll sing you how a sailor lost his grub.”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='87' id='Page_87'></span><h1>GREEN CORN AND POTATOES</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Oh I once was in love like a sinner,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And the girl she was hahn’some and tall,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      She said she would cook me a dinner</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Of corn and potatoes and all.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='88' id='Page_88'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      In a pot she put ham and potatoes,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      One chicken, and that not too small;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      With gumbos and good red tomatoes,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And beans and some oysters and all.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      On a rock by the river she cooked it,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      When there came up a devil of a squall;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And into the water it hooked it,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      With the corn and potatoes and all.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      The ham and the beans and potatoes</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      All went in that devil of a squall,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      With the chicken and big red tomatoes,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And carrots and oysters and all.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Then hurrah, boys! Hurrah for the Union!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And the banner which waves from the wall;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Likewise for the parsnip and onion,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Green corn and potatoes and all!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='89' id='Page_89'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      The gumbos, the greens, and the carrots—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Likewise for the monkeys and parrots,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And corn and potatoes and all!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Here John of Baltimore spoke out: said he—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Mates, you must know I’m goin’ to leave the sea;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ve had a fortune left me, as I learn,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So now I guess I give the land a turn.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I am not one who a sea-life belittles,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But do confess I cannot stand the vittles:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>You may correct me if you think I’m wrong;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But first I’ll give my sentiments in song:”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='90' id='Page_90'></span><h1>THE SAILOR’S FAREWELL</h1></div>
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<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      For I am going home,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      To keep me warm and dry,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      No more on the seas to roam.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Roast beef and turkey free,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And likewise chicken-pie,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Salt junk—farewell to thee!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      I’m going to the land</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Where ham and eggs they fry;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Veal cutlets are on hand;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='91' id='Page_91'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Roast duck doth there abound,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And mince and apple-pie</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      In stacks is lyin’ round;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      I smell the rich roast goose,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      A second slice I’ll try;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      A third I shan’t refuse;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Planked shad is very fine;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      I’m in for living high,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      On terrapins with wine;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      I seek my native soil,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      For soft-shell crabs I sigh,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And oysters on the broil;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='92' id='Page_92'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Unto the canvas-back</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Myself I will apply,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And hickory nuts I’ll crack;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Of chinquapins no lack;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      The buckwheat-cake shall boom,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      The Jersey sausage fry;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Amid green corn I’ll bloom,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And hominy consume;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      I see the cranberry sauce,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      All with my mental eye;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Plum-pudding I will boss;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Venison on chafing-dish,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      With jelly, by the bye,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='93' id='Page_93'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Coffee and fresh cat-fish;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      I’ll soon be on the strand</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Where luscious reed birds fly;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      My own—my Maryland—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>      Old Ocean with thy foam,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      For thee no more I sigh;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      For I am going home!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“That bill o’ fare,” cried Abner Chapin, loud,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Is pitched too high for this here Northern crowd:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>New England rum, I spose, seems rather meek</p>
<p class='dramaline'>’Longside peach-brandy down in Chesapeake.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I don’t de-cry your vittles, by no means,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But I prefer a pot of pork and beans</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To all the canvas-backs that ever flew,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With soft-shell crabs and reed birds thereunto.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And all burnt offerins of fries of lambs</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ain’t worth a dish of good Rhode Island clams;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And all your Spanish mackerel, my man,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Worth one good mackerel caught off Cape Ann!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Talkin’ of mackerel”—Here Peter Young</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Broke off this sermon with the “Mackerel Song.”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='94' id='Page_94'></span><h1>MACKEREL SIGNS</h1></div>
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<p class='dramaline-cont'>Mackerel clouds and mares’ tails</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A-sailing, a-trailing,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Make lofty ships carry low sails</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A-sailing, a-trailing away.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='95' id='Page_95'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>When the mack’rel are in the sky,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A-sailing, a-trailing;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Soon the wind will be blowing high:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A-sailing and trailing away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>When the mack’rel shine in the moon,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A-sailing, a-trailing;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then the wind will begin to tune:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A-sailing, a-trailing away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Of all the wind upon the seas,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A-sailing, a-trailing;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The best is an evening mackerel breeze:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A-sailing and trailing away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“A mackerel is a sailor-dish,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Jones, “for ’tis a sailor fish,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All drest, like us, in white and blue,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which I do call the prettiest hue</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which the great heaven has to show</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of all the colours in the bow:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So, if you please, I’ll sing to you</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A little song about the Blue!”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='96' id='Page_96'></span><h1>TRUE BLUE</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>    Blue is the sea we sail on,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And blue is the sky above,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And blue are the eyes</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        As sea or skies</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    Of the maiden whom I love:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And blue is the flag we’re under,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And blue is the coat I wear;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        But brighter the blue,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And deeper the hue</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='97' id='Page_97'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>    In the eyes which I hold so dear!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    Bluer and brighter and sweeter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    Fonder and fair and as true;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    Oh it’s blue love and true love for ever!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    And God bless the beautiful blue!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now supper being over, every man</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Lighted his pipe or called for a cigar,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Lolled in his chair—and all again began</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To order “something lively” from the bar.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Jack Saltonstall, intent on keeping peace,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Waved a great South Sea club, and said, “I’m sent</p>
<p class='dramaline'>By Providence to act as your police;”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And at the table sat as President.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He was a man of pleasing dignity,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And all allowed he would a captain be,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Calming all quarrels with a word and wink;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He had hot rum and lemon for his drink.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And as he sat in state, with the club of peace</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which he had taken from the chimney-piece,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='98' id='Page_98'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>He said to us: “What tales this bat could tell</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of many a battle—many a busted shell,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And murdered victims by the surfy shore,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And cani-bally feasts when all was o’er!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Quoth Sam of Jersey, “I hev seen such things</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Among them natives, ordered by their kings,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As well might make a common pirate weep,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the old devil feel uncommon cheap:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Such derned, infernal deeds, and parst all showin’,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Pirates and slavers ain’t the worst folk goin’.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There’s things to which the worst <span class='it'>they</span> do is slow;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ve lived among ’em an I ort to know.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And yet among those natives there are some</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As mild as lambs, and good and humoursome;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who never fight no more than an old hen,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Such difference there is in mortal men.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ll tell you now a tale, to make you sport,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of one who chanced among this gentle sort.”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='99' id='Page_99'></span><h1>THE STORY OF SAMUEL JACKSON</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>I’ll tell you of a sailor now, a tale that can’t be beat,</p>
<p class='line0'>His name was Samuel Jackson, and his height was seven feet;</p>
<p class='line0'>And how this man was shipwrecked in the far Pacific Isles,</p>
<p class='line0'>And of the heathen natives with their suppositious<SPAN name='r8'/><SPAN href='#f8' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[8]</span></sup></SPAN> wiles.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now when the others cut the ship, because she was a wreck,</p>
<p class='line0'>They left this Samuel Jackson there, a-standin’ on the deck—</p>
<p class='line0'>That is, a standin’ on the deck, while sittin’ on the boom;</p>
<p class='line0'>They wouldn’t let him in the boat ’cos he took up too much room.</p>
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<p class='line0'>When up there came a tilted wave, and like a horse it romped,</p>
<p class='line0'>It fell like mountains on the boat, and so the boat was swamped;</p>
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<p class='line0'>And of those selfish mariners full every one was drowned,</p>
<p class='line0'>While Samuel, standing on the deck, beheld it safe and sound.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now when the sea grew soft and still, and all the gale was o’er,</p>
<p class='line0'>Sam Jackson made himself a raft, and paddled safe ashore.</p>
<p class='line0'>For fear of fatal accidents—not knowin’ what might come,</p>
<p class='line0'>He took a gun and matches, with a prudent cask of rum.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now this island where he landed proved as merry as a fife,</p>
<p class='line0'>For its indigents had ne’er beheld a white man in their life;</p>
<p class='line0'>Such incidents as rum and guns they never yet had seen,</p>
<p class='line0'>And likewise, in religion, they were awful jolly green.</p>
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<p class='line0'>But they had a dim tradition, from their ancestors, in course,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which they had somehow derived from a very ancient source:</p>
<p class='line0'>How that a god would come to them, and set the island right;</p>
<p class='line0'>And how he should be orful tall, and likewise pearly white.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now when they saw this Samuel approachin’ on his raft,</p>
<p class='line0'>The news through all the island shades was quickly telegrapht,</p>
<p class='line0'>How all their tribulations would speedily be past,</p>
<p class='line0'>’Cos the long-expected sucker was invadin’ ’em at last.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now when Sam Jackson stept ashore, as modest as you please,</p>
<p class='line0'>Nine thousand bloomin’ savages received him on their knees;</p>
<p class='line0'>He looked around in wonderment, regardin’ it as odd,</p>
<p class='line0'>Not bein’ much accustomed to be worshipped as a god.</p>
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<p class='line0'>But he twigged the situation, and with a pleasin’ smile</p>
<p class='line0'>Stretched out his hands, a-blessin’ all the natives of the isle;</p>
<p class='line0'>He did it well, although his paws were bigger than a pan,</p>
<p class='line0'>Because he was habitual a most politeful man.</p>
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<p class='line0'>So to return their manners, and nary-wise for fun,</p>
<p class='line0'>He raised himself with dignity, and then fired off his gun:</p>
<p class='line0'>So all allowed that he must be one of the heavenly chaps,</p>
<p class='line0'>Since he went about with lightning and dispensed with thunderclaps.</p>
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<p class='line0'>They took him on their shoulders, and he let it go for good,</p>
<p class='line0'>And went into their city in the which a temple stood,</p>
<p class='line0'>And sot him on the altar, and made him their salams,</p>
<p class='line0'>And brought him pleasant coco-nuts, with chickens, po and yams.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And from that day henceforward, in a captivating style,</p>
<p class='line0'>He relegated, as he pleased, the natives of that isle;</p>
<p class='line0'>And when an unbeliever rose—as now and then were some,</p>
<p class='line0'>He cured their irreligion with a little taste of rum.</p>
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<p class='line0'>He settled all their business, and he did it very well,</p>
<p class='line0'>So everything went booming like a blessed wedding bell;</p>
<p class='line0'>Eleven lovely feminines attended to his wants,</p>
<p class='line0'>And a guard of honour followed him to all his usual haunts.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now what mortal men are made of, that they can’t put up with bliss,</p>
<p class='line0'>I do not know, but this I know, that Sam got tired of this;</p>
<p class='line0'>He wished that he was far away, again aboard a ship,</p>
<p class='line0'>And all he thought of—night and day—was givin’ ’em the slip.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And so one night when all was still and every soul asleep,</p>
<p class='line0'>He got into a good canoe and paddled o’er the deep,</p>
<p class='line0'>But oh the row the natives made, when early in the morn</p>
<p class='line0'>They came to worship Samuel, and found their god was gone!</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then Samuel travelled many days, but had the luck at last</p>
<p class='line0'>To meet a brig from Boston where he shipped before the mast;</p>
<p class='line0'>And he gave it as his sentiments, and no one thought it odd,</p>
<p class='line0'>He was better off as sailor than when sailing as a god.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now many years had flown away when Samuel was forgot,</p>
<p class='line0'>There came a ship for pearl shell unto that lonely spot;</p>
<p class='line0'>They went into the temple, and what do you suppose</p>
<p class='line0'>They found the natives worshipping—a suit of Samuel’s clothes!</p>
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<p class='line0'>And this was the tradition of the people of the soil,</p>
<p class='line0'>How once a great divinity had ruled upon their isle;</p>
<p class='line0'>Four fathom tall, with eyes like fire, and such was their believin’,</p>
<p class='line0'>One night he got upon the moon—and sailed away to Heaven!</p>
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<p class='line0'>    “Wall, it’s a fact,” cried Doolittle, “I’ll swear</p>
<p class='line0'>    A rover ain’t contented anywhere;</p>
<p class='line0'>    But if he is a real sailor slip,</p>
<p class='line0'>    He’s happiest on the hull—aboard a ship—</p>
<p class='line0'>    For there at times he has his tallest fun,</p>
<p class='line0'>    Especially if ’tis a dandy one</p>
<p class='line0'>    Where all is fine—O mateys, that’s the thing!”</p>
<p class='line0'>    He raised his voice, and thus began to sing:</p>
<p class='line0'>    (While up and down he merrily did prance)</p>
<p class='line0'>    Unto the air of <span class='it'>Dance, the Boatman, dance!</span></p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='104' id='Page_104'></span><h1>THE DANDY SHIP</h1></div>
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<p class='dramaline-cont'>              We’ve a dandy ship</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              And a dandy crew;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              A dandy mate</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              And a captain too;</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='105' id='Page_105'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>              A dandy doctor</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              Who’s a dand’ old sinner,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              And a dandy darkey</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              To cook the dinner.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'><span class='it'>Chorus.</span> It’s dance, sailors, dance!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>       It’s dance, the sailors, dance!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>       We’ll dance all night till the broad daylight,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>       And then go to sea in the mornin’!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>              We’ve a dandy lot</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              Of passengers,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              Who live on chicken</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              And sassengers;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              A dandy steward</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              To steer their mess;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              Likewise a dandy—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>              Stew—ard—ess!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'><span class='it'>Chorus.</span> It’s dance, the sailors, dance!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>       It’s dance, the sailors, dance!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>       We’ll dance all night till the broad daylight,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>       And then go to sea in the mornin’!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='106' id='Page_106'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Shiftin’ and changin’ it is understood,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said Abner Chapin, “never come to good.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Yes,” quoth the Stranger, “that is very true,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who goes for many gets but very few;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who travels zigzag makes full many a cross,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And rolling stones ne’er gather any moss;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The explanation of which word is funny:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In common Yiddish Hebrew, <span class='it'>moss</span> means money,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And stones are men—take Peter for a sample—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Excuse me, friends, I know of an example</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of a loose fish who changed about so long</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He first became a byword, then a song,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which I will sing you though it is distressin’,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Not that you need it—as a moral lesson.”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='107' id='Page_107'></span><h1>JACK OF ALL TRADES</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  In all trades I’ve been a meddler,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='it'>Chorus.</span> Foolin’ my life away:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I started life as a Yankee peddler,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>    Fiddlin’ and foolin’ away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Didn’t find the trade encouragin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  So I turned a Dey Street New York surgeon.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Next I’d a shopman for employer,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And then a Philadelphia lawyer.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  After that I was a smuggler,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Then I travelled as a juggler.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Next I was a collector’s dunner,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And after that an emigrant runner.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='108' id='Page_108'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Then I laboured with some bakers,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Next, for a year, I joined the Shakers;</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  But they found me too defective,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  So for a while I turned detective.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Then I tried my hand as teacher,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And next became a Blue Light preacher.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Then I was one of the ——’s editors,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  But had to cut to dodge my creditors.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Faking oranges I tried next on,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Then for a while I dug as a sexton.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  For seven trips I was a slaver,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Then, as a barber, I turned shaver.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  After that I worked as pirate,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  For all the naval sharps to fire at.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='109' id='Page_109'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Then nigger minstrel, then a sorter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Off an’ on, shorthand reporter.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Then I took to readin’ lectures,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And after that to paintin’ pictures.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Next as drummer I did chaffer,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And then I worked as photográpher.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Then for a while I run a dairy,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And next I turned apothecäry.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Then stuck pla-cards as a billist,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And so became a patent pill-ist.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Finding all other trades deceiving,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  For a time I took to thieving.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>  Now I’m a Pacific purser,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And don’t think I can do any worser,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Foolin’ my life away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Yes, that’s the way,” said Jones, “that some go squandrin’,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which minds me that we too must now be wand’rin’:”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And I,” quoth Brown, “must be aboard and early;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But first of all I’m going to see my girley;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>She’d blow a storm if I should fail to meet her:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>She is, I vum, an awful breezy creeter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A gale in petticoats, and one that’s stinging;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ll sing a song on that—to end our singing.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>You’ve known the <span class='it'>girl-wind</span>, boys—I never doubt it;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And here’s a ballad which is all about it:”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='110' id='Page_110'></span><h1>THE GIRL-WIND</h1></div>
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<p class='dramaline-cont'>A hurly-burly, hurl-wind</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Is hurrying o’er the waves;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Before it runs the Girl-wind</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Fresh up from the Ocean caves.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='111' id='Page_111'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>She’s the little puff who goes before</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To tell of the blow that’s coming,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>She sounds like a hive when winters o’er</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And you hear the bees a-humming.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>It’s all very well when a young girl can</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Come tripping along with laughter;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But not so nice when you see the old man</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With a big stick coming after.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>It’s just the same with Everything</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When pleasure runs before us,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>You drink your wine and think it’s fine:—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then comes the tavern scoreus!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>So we went forth upon our different ways—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And these were wide—to many a distant shore:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I to my home to put in form these lays,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And think upon this strange wild sailor-lore,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In which, to him who reads with generous heart,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='112' id='Page_112'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>As in a museum we seem to see</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The strangest relics gathered far apart—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Rude, coarse, and rough, yet touched with poetry;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Like shells and gems and coins of olden time,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And worthless stones, all hardened in a mass,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Such as I’ve seen, fished from the ocean’s slime,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Such are these men and melodies—alas!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>They all are of an age half past away.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Where is the boatswain now?—who hears his call?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And where these sailing packets once so gay?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I to myself do seem traditional</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And all my youth a legend—so to say—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Yet well or ill I’ve done the best I could</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To make in truthful song a little show</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of quaint old tales, now little understood,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of the North End of Boston—long ago.</p>
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<p class='line' style='text-align:center;margin-top:10em;margin-bottom:10em;font-size:1.2em;'><span class='gesp'>LAYS OF THE LAND</span></p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='115' id='Page_115'></span><h1>THE RISE AND FALL OF GLORYVILLE</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>Where the rockiest Rocky Mountains interview the scornful skies,</p>
<p class='line0'>And the sager kinds of sage-bush in the middle distance rise,</p>
<p class='line0'>There the cultured eye descending from the dreamlike azure hill,</p>
<p class='line0'>Lights in an æsthetic foreground on the town of Gloryville.</p>
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<p class='line0'>It was in the Middle Ages—’bout the end of Sixty-eight,</p>
<p class='line0'>So I found the hoary legend written on an ancient slate—</p>
<p class='line0'>That one Ezry Jenks prospecting, when he reached this blooming spot,</p>
<p class='line0'>Thus uplifted to his pardner: “Glory! Moses, let us squat!”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Thus rebounded Moses Adams: “Glory was the foremost word</p>
<p class='line0'>Which in the untrammelled silence of this wilderness was heard,</p>
<p class='line0'>And I arnswer, dimly feelin’ like a prophet, grand and slow,</p>
<p class='line0'>‘Glory kinder sounds like Money—up to glory let her go!’ ”</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='116' id='Page_116'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>And this casual conversation in the year of Sixty-eight,</p>
<p class='line0'>As if by an inspiration he recorded on a slate,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which ’twas said in later ages—six weeks after—used to hang</p>
<p class='line0'>As a curiositary in the principal shebang.</p>
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<p class='line0'>On the spot that very evening they perceived a beauteous gleam</p>
<p class='line0'>From a grain of shining metal in a wild auriferous stream:</p>
<p class='line0'>As their eyes remarked the symptom thus their tongues responsive spoke:</p>
<p class='line0'>“In this undiscovered section there <span class='it'>is</span> pay-dirt, sure as smoke!”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Little boots or little shoes it to inform you how, like crows</p>
<p class='line0'>To a carcase, folks came flying, and the town of Glory rose;</p>
<p class='line0'>As in country schools the urchins cast each one a spittle-ball,</p>
<p class='line0'>Till at last a monstrous paper fungus gathers on the wall.</p>
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<p class='line0'>’Long the road they built their cabins, in a vis-a-visual way,</p>
<p class='line0'>As if each man to his neighbour kind of wished to have his say;</p>
<p class='line0'>But ’twas also said that like two rows of teeth the houses grew,</p>
<p class='line0'>Threatening uncommon danger to the stranger passing through.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='117' id='Page_117'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>Yes, for like the note of freedom sounded on Hibernia’s harp,</p>
<p class='line0'>Every person in the party was a most uncommon sharp;</p>
<p class='line0'>And it got to be a saying that from such an ornery cuss</p>
<p class='line0'>As a regular Gloryvillin—oh, good Law deliver us!</p>
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<p class='line0'>First of all the pay-dirt vanished or became uncommon rare,</p>
<p class='line0'>Then they wandered more than ever to the Cross and from the Square,</p>
<p class='line0'>For when all resources failed them nary copper did they mind,</p>
<p class='line0'>For they had fine-answering Genius, which is never left behind.</p>
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<p class='line0'>So they got incopperated as a city fair and grand,</p>
<p class='line0'>Spreading memoirs of their splendour over many a distant land,</p>
<p class='line0'>Mind I say in <span class='it'>distant</span> places—people near them knew</p>
<p class='line0'>Into what unearthly beauty the great town of Glory grew.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then they sent an ex-tra Governor over seas and far beyond,</p>
<p class='line0'>Even unto distant Holland, loaded up with many a bond,</p>
<p class='line0'>Splendidly engraved in London, having just the proper touch</p>
<p class='line0'>Quite imposing—rather—for they did impose upon the Dutch.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='118' id='Page_118'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>And with every bond the Governor had a picture to bestow</p>
<p class='line0'>Of the town of Gloryville a-bathing in the sunset’s glow;</p>
<p class='line0'>This they had performed in Paris by an artist full of cheek,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who was told to draw a city <span class='it'>comme il faut dans l’Amérique</span>.</p>
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<p class='line0'>The ideas of this artist were idead from long ago,</p>
<p class='line0'>Out of scenery in an opera, “Cortez in the Mexico.”</p>
<p class='line0'>Therefore all his work expanded with expensive fallacies:</p>
<p class='line0'>Castles, towered walls, pavilions, real-estately palaces.</p>
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<p class='line0'>In the foreground lofty palm-trees, as if full of soaring love,</p>
<p class='line0'>Bore up coco-nuts and monkeys to the smiling heaven above;</p>
<p class='line0'>Jet-black Indian chieftains, at their feet too lovely girls were sighin,</p>
<p class='line0'>With an elephant beyond them—here and there a casual lion.</p>
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<p class='line0'>You have seen in <span class='it'>Pilgrim’s Progress</span> the Celestial City stand</p>
<p class='line0'>Like a hub in half a cart-wheel raying light o’er all the land.</p>
<p class='line0'>Well, in <span class='it'>that</span>, it is the felloes of the wheel which cause the blaze;</p>
<p class='line0'>So in Gloryville the fellows were the ones who made the rays.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='119' id='Page_119'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>When these views were well matured the Governor went to Amsterdam,</p>
<p class='line0'>Where to Mynheer Schmuel Ganef first of all he made his slam:</p>
<p class='line0'>At a glance each “saw” the other—at a glance they went aside,</p>
<p class='line0'>And without a word of bother soon the plan was cut and dried.</p>
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<p class='line0'>For one hundred thousand dollars then the Governor at will</p>
<p class='line0'>Gave away the full fee-simple of the town of Gloryville.</p>
<p class='line0'>“Dat for you,” said Schmuel Ganef, “is, I dink, not much too much,</p>
<p class='line0'>But I makesh de shtock a million ven I sells him to the Dutch.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>And the secret of his selling was upon the artful plan</p>
<p class='line0'>Known to the police in Paris as the <span class='it'>vol Américain</span>,</p>
<p class='line0'>Whereby he who does the spilling manages the man who’s spilt</p>
<p class='line0'>Very nicely, for he makes him an accomplice in the guilt.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Even as of old great sages managed the Parisian <span class='it'>fonds</span>,</p>
<p class='line0'>So in Amsterdam Heer Ganef peddled out his Glory bonds;</p>
<p class='line0'>And to all he slyly whispered, “I will let you in de first</p>
<p class='line0'>On de ground-floor—sell out quickly—for you know de ding may burst.”</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='120' id='Page_120'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>Woe to you who live by thieving, though you be of rogues the chief,</p>
<p class='line0'>Even the greatest will discover in due time his master-thief.</p>
<p class='line0'>True, he “let them in,” and truly on the very bottom floor,</p>
<p class='line0'>But was with the Gloryvillins in the cellar long before.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And to tell you how the biters all got bitten were in vain;</p>
<p class='line0'>Here the Governor leaves my story, and he comes not in again.</p>
<p class='line0'>I will pass to later ages, when all Gloryville, you bet,</p>
<p class='line0'>Found itself extreme encumbered with an extra booming debt.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Those who sold the bonds had vanished, those who hadn’t held the town,</p>
<p class='line0'>Little knew they of its glory over seas or great renown.</p>
<p class='line0'>They had nothing of the fruitage, though, alas! they held the plant,</p>
<p class='line0'>Nothing saw they of the picture, save, indeed, the Elephant.</p>
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<p class='line0'>He who had been in the background now came trampling to the fore;</p>
<p class='line0'>Terribly he trampled on them, very awful was his roar!</p>
<p class='line0'>Very dreadful is the silence when no human voice responds</p>
<p class='line0'>To a legal requisition for the interest of our bonds.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='121' id='Page_121'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>But ere long a shrewd reflection unto Moses Adams came—</p>
<p class='line0'>“Darned ef I’m a-gwine to suffer fur another party’s game;</p>
<p class='line0'>Wings is given to muskeeters—like muskeeters men can fly;</p>
<p class='line0'>Ef a strawberry-vine can travel with its roots, then why not I?”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Silently, in secret, Moses to himself a plan reveals,</p>
<p class='line0'>Got a three-inch plank and sawed it into surreptitious wheels,</p>
<p class='line0'>And when night in solemn mystery had succeeded unto day,</p>
<p class='line0'>Put his hut and things on axles, and quite lonely drove away</p>
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<p class='line0'>To a place just over yonder by the old Coyote Road;</p>
<p class='line0'>There, no more a man of glory, Moses Adams dropped his load,</p>
<p class='line0'>And when resting from his labour and refreshing from his jug,</p>
<p class='line0'>Having known a town called Julesberg, called his shanty Splendourbug.</p>
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<p class='line0'>On the following morn as usual in due time arose the sun,</p>
<p class='line0'>And the Gloryvillins followed his example one by one;</p>
<p class='line0'>While he smiled upon the city, as on other things beneath,</p>
<p class='line0'>’Twas observed one snag was wanting in the double row of teeth.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Little said the Left-behinders, but they seemed to take the hint,</p>
<p class='line0'>And each man surveyed his neighbour with a shrewd and genial squint;</p>
<p class='line0'>All day long there was a sound of sawing timber up and down,</p>
<p class='line0'>Seven more houses in the morning were a-wanting in the town.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And before the week departed all the town departed too,</p>
<p class='line0'>Just like the swallows in the autumn to another soil they flew;</p>
<p class='line0'>Only that, unlike the swallows which we hear of in the song,</p>
<p class='line0'>When the Gloryvillins squandered each one took his nest along.</p>
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<p class='line0'>All except one ancient darkey, obstinate and blind and lame,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who for want of wheels and credit could not follow up the game;</p>
<p class='line0'>So the others had to leave him, which they did without regret,</p>
<p class='line0'>Left him there without a copper—just one million deep in debt.</p>
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<p class='line0'>If you seek them you may find them comfortable as in a rug,</p>
<p class='line0'>All of them at length established in the town of Splendourbug;</p>
<p class='line0'>And the driver to the traveller as by Gloryville he goes,</p>
<p class='line0'>Points him out, an ancient darkey who a million dollars owes.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='123' id='Page_123'></span><h1>IN THE WRONG BOX</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>          When Eagle Davis died,</p>
<p class='line0'>          I was sittin’ by his side,</p>
<p class='line0'>’Twas in Boston, Massachusetts; and he said to me, “Old boy!</p>
<p class='line0'>          This climate—as you see—</p>
<p class='line0'>          Isn’t quite the size for me;</p>
<p class='line0'>Dead or livin’, take me back if you can to Ellanoy!”</p>
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<p class='line0'>          So I took him by the hand,</p>
<p class='line0'>          But he’d just run out his sand,</p>
<p class='line0'>And his breath was gone for ever—before a word would come;</p>
<p class='line0'>          Then I and other three</p>
<p class='line0'>          Together did agree</p>
<p class='line0'>In a party for to travel and to funeralise him home.</p>
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<p class='line0'>          But Goshen Wheeler said,</p>
<p class='line0'>          As he looked upon the dead,</p>
<p class='line0'>Weepin’ mildly, “Just remark my observation what I say:</p>
<p class='line0'>          That deceased, now glori<span class='it'>ous</span>,</p>
<p class='line0'>          Was in life a curious cuss,</p>
<p class='line0'>And somethin’ unexpectable will happen on the way.</p>
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<p class='line0'>          “Frum the time that he was born</p>
<p class='line0'>          Till he doubled round the Horn</p>
<p class='line0'>Of Death, all his measurements and pleasurements were odd;</p>
<p class='line0'>          And odd his line will be,</p>
<p class='line0'>          As you’re registered to see,</p>
<p class='line0'>Till his walnut case is underneath the gravel and the sod.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>          It was bitter winter weather</p>
<p class='line0'>          When we all four got together</p>
<p class='line0'>At the depôt with the coffin in an extra packin’ box;</p>
<p class='line0'>          And a friend with good intent,</p>
<p class='line0'>          A cask of whisky sent,</p>
<p class='line0'>Just to keep our boats from wrackin’, as they say, upon the rocks.</p>
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<p class='line0'>          Then a ticket agent he</p>
<p class='line0'>          Seein’ mournin’, says to me,</p>
<p class='line0'>“Can I get the cards, or help you in your trouble, Mister Brown?”</p>
<p class='line0'>          So with solemn words I said,</p>
<p class='line0'>          As I pinted to the dead,</p>
<p class='line0'>“There you’ll find, I guess, our pilgrimage and shrine is written down.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>          Then all night beneath the stars</p>
<p class='line0'>          We sat grimly in the cars,</p>
<p class='line0'>Sometimes sleepin’, sometimes thinkin’, sometimes drinkin’, till the dawn;</p>
<p class='line0'>          And each man went in his turn</p>
<p class='line0'>          To the baggage-crate to learn</p>
<p class='line0'>If the box was keepin’ time with us, and how ’twas gettin’ on.</p>
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<p class='line0'>          Then all day beneath the sun</p>
<p class='line0'>          Still the train went rushin’ on,</p>
<p class='line0'>While we still kep’ as silent as grave-stones as we went:</p>
<p class='line0'>          Playing euchre solemnly,</p>
<p class='line0'>          Which we kinder did agree</p>
<p class='line0'>With the stakes to build for Davis a decent monu<span class='it'>ment</span>.</p>
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<p class='line0'>          ’Bout once in every mile</p>
<p class='line0'>          Some mourner took a smile,</p>
<p class='line0'>But we did no other smilin’ as we travelled day or night;</p>
<p class='line0'>          And once in every hour</p>
<p class='line0'>          Some one went into the bower,</p>
<p class='line0'>And reported the receptacle of Davis was all right.</p>
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<p class='line0'>          But when four days were past,</p>
<p class='line0'>          Which we still were flyin’ fast,</p>
<p class='line0'>Goshen Wheeler, very solemn, with expression to us cries,</p>
<p class='line0'>          “Where we are it should be freezin’</p>
<p class='line0'>          And our very breaths a-squeezin’,</p>
<p class='line0'>Whereas the air is hot enough to bake persimmon pies.</p>
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<p class='line0'>          “Don’t you smell a rich perfume</p>
<p class='line0'>          As of summer flowers in bloom?</p>
<p class='line0'>’Tis magnolias a-peddled by yon humble coloured boy:</p>
<p class='line0'>          Now, I never yet did know</p>
<p class='line0'>          That the sweet mag-no-li-o</p>
<p class='line0'>Grew in winter in the latitude of Northern Ellanoy.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>          Then said Ebenezer Dotton,</p>
<p class='line0'>          “I behold a field of cotton,</p>
<p class='line0'>And I wonder how in thunder such a veg’table got here.</p>
<p class='line0'>          I don’t know how we’re fixed,</p>
<p class='line0'>          But the climate’s getting mixed,</p>
<p class='line0'>And it’s spilin’ very rapidly with warmness as I fear.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>          Spoke Mister Aaron Bland,</p>
<p class='line0'>          “I perceive on yonder land</p>
<p class='line0'>That sugar-cane is bloomin’, correctly, all in rows,</p>
<p class='line0'>          And not to make allusions</p>
<p class='line0'>          To Republican delusions,</p>
<p class='line0'>But the niggers air a-gettin’ all around as thick as crows.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>          Still we sat there mighty glum</p>
<p class='line0'>          Till along a fellow come.</p>
<p class='line0'>And I says, says I, “Conductor, now tell us what it means,</p>
<p class='line0'>          Just inform us where we be?”</p>
<p class='line0'>          “Wall, now, gentlemen,” said he,</p>
<p class='line0'>“I reckon we air comin’ to the spot called New Or-leéns!”</p>
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<p class='line0'>          So we rushed all in a row,</p>
<p class='line0'>          When we got to the depôt,</p>
<p class='line0'>To the baggage-crate, a-wonderin’ at these transformation scenes;</p>
<p class='line0'>          And we found out unexpected</p>
<p class='line0'>          That the box had been directed</p>
<p class='line0'>Not unto Ellanoy, but to a man in New Or-leéns!</p>
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<p class='line0'>          Without carin’ if I’d catch it,</p>
<p class='line0'>          I straightway took a hatchet,</p>
<p class='line0'>And busted off the cover without openin’ my mouth;</p>
<p class='line0'>          And found a grand pianner</p>
<p class='line0'>          Which we’d followed for our banner</p>
<p class='line0'>All the way from Massachusetts unto the sunny South!</p>
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<p class='line0'>          Then I said, “I rather guess</p>
<p class='line0'>          I can see into this mess,</p>
<p class='line0'>And explain the startlin’ error which has given you such shocks.</p>
<p class='line0'>          When that Boston fellow, he</p>
<p class='line0'>          Asked the route I’d take of me,</p>
<p class='line0'>I pinted, inadvertional, unto another box.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>          Now Eagle Davis lies</p>
<p class='line0'>          Beneath the Northern skies,</p>
<p class='line0'>Where the snow is on the pine-tree while we are with the palm;</p>
<p class='line0'>          But I reckon if his spirit</p>
<p class='line0'>          Should ever come to hear it,</p>
<p class='line0'>He’ll be perfectly contented with the story in this psalm.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='130' id='Page_130'></span><h1>ZION JERSEY BOGGS<br/> <span class='sub-head'><span class='sc'>a legend of philadelphia</span></span></h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Before the telegraphic wires</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Had ever run from pole to pole,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or telegirls sent telegrams</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To cheer the weary waiting soul;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When all things went about as slow</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  As terrapins could run on clogs,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Was played a game</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      By one whose name</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Was Mister Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>A Philadelphia newspaper</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Was printed then on Chestnut Street,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='131' id='Page_131'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>While ’crost the way, just opposite,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  There lived a sufferin’ rival sheet,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Whose editors could get no news,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Which made ’em cross as starvin’ hogs;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      The first, I guess,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Had an express</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Which kind o’ b’longed to Mister Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But in those days the only news</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Which reëly opened readers’ eyes,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was of the New York lottery,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And who by luck had got a prize.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All other news, for all they cared,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Might travel to the orful dogs;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      And this they got</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      All piping hot—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Though surreptitiously—from Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>For of the crew no party knew</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  That Boggs did any horses own.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='132' id='Page_132'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>All sportin’ amputations he</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Did most concussively disown;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For he had serious subtle aims,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  His wheels were full of secret cogs,—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Well oiled and slow,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      Yet sure to go,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Was Mister Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>One mornin’ he, mysteriously,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  An’ smilin’ quite ironical,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Spoke to the other editor,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  The man who run the <span class='it'>Chronicle:</span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>“The <span class='it'>Ledger</span> has a hoss express</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  By which your lottery news he flogs.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      “Yes, that is true,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>      But what’s to do?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Replied the man to Mister Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Then Mister Boggs let down his brows,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And with a long deep knowing wink,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='133' id='Page_133'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said, “Hosses travel mighty fast,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  But ther air faster things, I think;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>An’ kerrier-pidgings, as you know,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Kin find their way thro’ storm and fogs:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Them air the bugs</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        To fly like slugs!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Said Mister Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And in my glorious natyve land,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Which lies acrost the Delaware,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I hev a lot upon the spot,—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Just twenty dollars fur a pair.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>These gentle insects air the things</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To make the <span class='it'>Ledger</span> squeal like hogs;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        That is the game</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        To hit ’em lame!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Said Mister Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The editor looked back again,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And saw him better on his wink.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='134' id='Page_134'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>“It is the crisis of our fate—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Say, Boggs, what is your style of drink?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Step to the bar of Congress Hall;—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  We’ll try your poultry on, by Gogs!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        An’ let ’em fly</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Tarnation high!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “Amen!” said Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The pidgins came, the pidgins flew,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  They lit upon the lofty wall;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>They made their five an’ ninety miles</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  In just about no time at all.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Compared to them, the <span class='it'>Ledger</span> team</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Went just as slow as haulin’ logs.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        But all was mum,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Shut close an’ dum,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  By the request of Mister Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Then on the follerin’ Monday he,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Lookin’ profounder as he prowled,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='135' id='Page_135'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>This son of sin an’ mystery,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Into the <span class='it'>Ledger</span> orfice owled.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“An’ oh! to think,” he sadly groaned,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “That earth should bear setch skalliwogs!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Setch all-fired snakes,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And no mistakes!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Said Mister Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Why, what is up?” asked Mr. Swain;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “It seems you’ve had some awful shoves.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“The <span class='it'>Chronicle</span>,” his agent cried,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “Has went an’ bin an’ bought some doves!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Them traitors, wretches, swindlers, cheats,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Hev smashed us up like polywogs.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        They’ve knocked, I guess,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Our hoss express</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Higher than any kite,” said Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Have you no plan?” asked Mister Swain,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “To keep the fellows off our walks?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='136' id='Page_136'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I <span class='it'>hev</span>,” said Boggs, as grim as death;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “What do you think of pidging-horks?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For in my glorious natyve land,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Acrost the river, ’mong the frogs,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        I hev a lot</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        All sharply sot</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To eat them pidgings up,” said Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“They are the chosen birds of wrath,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  They fly like arrers through the air,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or angels sent by orful Death—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Jist fifty dollars fur a pair;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>An’ cheap to keep, because, you see,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Upon the enemy they progs.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        “Well, try it on,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And now begone!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Said Mister Swain to Mister Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The autumn morn was bright and fair,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Fresh as a rose with recent rain.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='137' id='Page_137'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>The pidgins tortled through the air,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  But nary one came home again.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Some feathers dropped in Chestnut Street,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Some bills and claws among the logs:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Wipin’ a tear,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        “I greatly fear</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  That all’s not right,” said Mr. Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Into the <span class='it'>Chronicle</span> he went,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Twice as mysterious as before,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And <span class='it'>hev</span> you heard the orful news?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  He whispered as he shet the door.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Oh, I hev come to tell a tale</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Of crime, which all creation flogs,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Of wretchery</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And treachery</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  That bangs tarnation sin,” said Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Them <span class='it'>Ledger</span> fellers with their tricks,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Hev slopped clean over crime’s dark cup.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='138' id='Page_138'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>They’ve bin an’ bought some pidging-horks,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And they hev <span class='it'>et</span> our pidgings up.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh, whut is life wuth livin’ fur</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  When editors behave like hogs?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        An’ ragin’ crime</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Makes double time;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Oh, darn setch villany!” cried Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“But hark! bee-hold, to-morrer, thou</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  In deep revenge may dry your tears;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I hev a plan, which, you’ll allow,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Beats all-git-out when it eppears.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The ragin’ eagle of the North,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  The bird which all creation flogs,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Will cause them horks</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        To walk ther chalks,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  An’ give us grand revenge,” said Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Them glorious birds of liberty,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Them symbols of our country’s fame,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='139' id='Page_139'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Wild, sarsy, furious, and free,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Indeliably rowdy game;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>They shall revenge them gentile doves,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Our harmless messengers, by Gogs!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        In which the horks</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Hev stuck ther forks,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Cried Mister Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“For in my glorious natyve land</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Acrost the river, down below,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I hev a farm, and in the barn</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Six captyve eagles in a row:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>One hundred dollars fur a pair;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Fetch out the flimsies frum your togs</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        An’ up on high</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        <span class='it'>I’ll</span> make ’em fly,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Said Mister Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But this same editor had heard</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Some hint or rumour, faint or dim,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='140' id='Page_140'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>How Mister Boggs, it was averred,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Was coming Paddy over him.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>An earlier tale of soapy deeds</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Then gave his memory startling jogs,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And full of wrath</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Right in his path</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  He went for Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Horses and pidgins—pidgin-horks”—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  That was enough to raise his Dutch:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He saw it all—and also saw</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  The eagle—“Just one bird too much.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Too mad to mind his shootin’-iron,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And throw good powder to the dogs,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        He grabbed his chair,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        And then and there</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Corrected Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>After long years had rolled away,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And Morse’s telegraph came in,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='141' id='Page_141'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Still on the facing rival roofs</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Two grey old cages could be seen,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And young reporters o’er their drinks</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Would tell each other—jolly dogs—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        Of ancient time</p>
<p class='dramaline'>        What in this rhyme</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I’ve told of Zion Jersey Boggs.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='142' id='Page_142'></span><h1>THE BALLAD OF THE GREEN OLD MAN</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>It was a balmeous day in May, when spring was springing high</p>
<p class='line0'>And all amid the buttercups the bees did butterfly;</p>
<p class='line0'>While the butterflies were being enraptured in the flowers,</p>
<p class='line0'>And winsome frogs were singing soft morals to the showers.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Green were the emerald grasses which grew upon the plain,</p>
<p class='line0'>And green too were the verdant boughs which rippled in the rain,</p>
<p class='line0'>Far green likewise the apple hue which clad the distant hill,</p>
<p class='line0'>But at the station sat a man who looked far greener still.</p>
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<p class='line0'>An ancient man, a boy-like man, a person mild and meek,</p>
<p class='line0'>A being who had little tongue, and nary bit of cheek.</p>
<p class='line0'>And while upon him pleasant-like I saw the ladies look,</p>
<p class='line0'>He sat a-counting money in a brownsome pocket-book.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then to him a policeman spoke: “Unless you feel too proud,</p>
<p class='line0'>You’d better stow away that cash while you’re in this here crowd;</p>
<p class='line0'>There’s many a chap about this spot who’d clean you out like ten.”</p>
<p class='line0'>“And can it be,” exclaimed the man, “there are such wicked men?</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Then I will put my greenbacks up all in my pocket-book,</p>
<p class='line0'>And keep it buttoned very tight, and at the button look.”</p>
<p class='line0'>He said it with a simple tone, and gave a simple smile—</p>
<p class='line0'>You never saw a half-grown shad one-half so void of guile.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And the bumble-bees kept bumbling away among the flowers,</p>
<p class='line0'>While distant frogs were frogging amid the summer showers,</p>
<p class='line0'>And the tree-toads were tree-toadying in accents sharp or flat—</p>
<p class='line0'>All nature seemed a-naturing as there the old man sat.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then up and down the platform promiscuous he strayed,</p>
<p class='line0'>Amid the waiting passengers he took his lemonade,</p>
<p class='line0'>A-making little kind remarks unto them all at sight,</p>
<p class='line0'>Until he met two travellers who looked cosmopolite.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='144' id='Page_144'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>Now even as the old was green, this pair were darkly-brown;</p>
<p class='line0'>They seemed to be of that degree which sports about the town.</p>
<p class='line0'>Amid terrestrial mice, I ween, their destiny was Cat;</p>
<p class='line0'>If ever men were gonoffs,<SPAN name='r9'/><SPAN href='#f9' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[9]</span></sup></SPAN> I should say these two were that.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And they had watched that old man well with interested look,</p>
<p class='line0'>And gazed him counting greenbacks in that brownsome pocket-book;</p>
<p class='line0'>And the elder softly warbled with benevolential phiz,</p>
<p class='line0'>“Green peas has come to market, and the veg’tables is riz.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Yet still across the heavenly sky the clouds went clouding on,</p>
<p class='line0'>The rush upon the gliding brook kept rushing all alone,</p>
<p class='line0'>While the ducks upon the water were a-ducking just the same,</p>
<p class='line0'>And every mortal human man kept on his little game.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And the old man to the strangers very affable let slip</p>
<p class='line0'>How that zealousy policeman had given him the tip,</p>
<p class='line0'>And how his cash was buttoned in his pocket dark and dim,</p>
<p class='line0'>And how he guessed no man alive on earth could gammon him.</p>
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<p class='line0'>In ardent conversation ere long the three were steeped,</p>
<p class='line0'>And in that good man’s confidence the younger party deeped.</p>
<p class='line0'>The p’liceman, as he shadowed them, exclaimed in blooming rage,</p>
<p class='line0'>“They’re stuffin’ of that duck, I guess, and leavin’ out the sage.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>He saw the game distinctly, and inspected how it took,</p>
<p class='line0'>And watched the reappearance of that brownsome pocket-book,</p>
<p class='line0'>And how that futile ancient, ere he buttoned up his coat,</p>
<p class='line0'>Had interchanged, obliging-like, a greensome coloured note.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And how they parted tenderly, and how the happy twain</p>
<p class='line0'>Went out into the Infinite by taking of the train;</p>
<p class='line0'>Then up the blue policeman came, and said, “My ancient son,</p>
<p class='line0'>Now you have gone and did it; say what you have been and done?”</p>
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<p class='line0'>And unto him the good old man replied with childish glee,</p>
<p class='line0'>“They were as nice a two young men as I did ever see;</p>
<p class='line0'>But they were in such misery their story made me cry;</p>
<p class='line0'>So I lent ’em twenty dollars—which they’ll pay me by-and-bye.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“But as I had no twenty, we also did arrange,</p>
<p class='line0'>They got from me a fifty bill, and gimme thirty change;</p>
<p class='line0'>But they will send that fifty back, and by to-morrow’s train——”</p>
<p class='line0'>“That note,” out cried the constable, “you’ll never see again.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>“And that,” exclaimed the sweet old man, “I hope I never may,</p>
<p class='line0'>Because I do not care a cuss how far it keeps away;</p>
<p class='line0'>For if I’m a judge of money, and I <span class='it'>reether</span> think I am,</p>
<p class='line0'>The one I shoved was never worth a continental dam.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“They hev wandered with their sorrers into the sunny South,</p>
<p class='line0'>They hev got uncommon swallows and an extry lot of mouth.</p>
<p class='line0'>In the next train to the North’ard I expect to widely roam,</p>
<p class='line0'>And if any come inquirin’, jist say I ain’t at home.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>The p’liceman lifted up his glance unto the sunny skies,</p>
<p class='line0'>I s’pose the light was fervent, for a tear were in his eyes,</p>
<p class='line0'>And said, “If in your travels a hat store you should see,</p>
<p class='line0'>Just buy yourself a beaver tile and charge that tile to me.”</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='147' id='Page_147'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>While the robins were a-robbing acrost the meadow gay,</p>
<p class='line0'>And the pigeons still a-pigeoning among the gleam of May,</p>
<p class='line0'>All out of doors kept out of doors as suchlike only can,</p>
<p class='line0'>A-singing of an endless hymn about that good old man.</p>
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<div id='f9'><SPAN href='#r9'>[9]</SPAN></div>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='it'>Gonoff</span>, a Scriptural term for a Member of the Legislature, or suchlike.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='148' id='Page_148'></span><h1>CARRYING COALS</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>In the gloomsome abysses where darkness is kept,</p>
<p class='line0'>And the spirit of silence for ages has slept,</p>
<p class='line0'>  In the great shaft of Pottsville, way down in the hole,</p>
<p class='line0'>  There came seven parties, all dealers in coal;</p>
<p class='line0'>But they never had been in that chasm before,</p>
<p class='line0'>Nor had the sensation of darkness all o’er,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Which so greatly expandeth the soul.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And one of ’em said, “It’s an awful delight</p>
<p class='line0'>To be infinite deep into no end of night,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Where the heavenly sunshine can’t manage to spring,—</p>
<p class='line0'>  And, talking of that, I’ve a notion, by Jing!</p>
<p class='line0'>Let we ourselves mine out some coal lumps to-day</p>
<p class='line0'>To show to the folks,—which I think, by the way,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Would be a poetical thing.”</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='149' id='Page_149'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>So they filled up their pockets, untried by a doubt,</p>
<p class='line0'>And in the hotel they unveiled ’em all out;</p>
<p class='line0'>  But their glances grew strange as they turned o’er the weight,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Till one of them shouted, “By thunder, it’s slate!”</p>
<p class='line0'>Yet the youngest among them had dealered in coal,</p>
<p class='line0'>And unto that traffic surrendered his soul,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Since the Anno Eighteen Forty-eight.</p>
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<p class='line0'>For all of man’s wisdom is only a dream,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which passeth away like a plate of ice-cream,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And the best of experience fails, as we mark,</p>
<p class='line0'>  If you go for to dig when you’re all in the dark;</p>
<p class='line0'>For there’s always a moral inside of a tale,</p>
<p class='line0'>And big things in little things always prevail</p>
<p class='line0'>  As sure as there’s wood in the bark.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='150' id='Page_150'></span><h1>CAREY, OF CARSON</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The night-mist dim and darkling,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  As o’er the roads we pass,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Lies in the morning sparkling</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  As dewdrops on the grass.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>E’en so the deeds of darkness,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Which come like midnight dews,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Appear as sparkling items</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Next morning in the news.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Away in Carson City,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Far in the Silver Land,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There lives one Justice Carey,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A man of head and hand;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And as upon his table</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  The Judge a-smoking sat</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='151' id='Page_151'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>There rowdied in a rougher</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Who wore a gallows hat.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>He looked upon the Justice,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  But Justice did not budge</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Until the younger warbled,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “Say—don’t you know me, Judge?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I think,” said Carey meekly,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “Your face full well I know,—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I sent you up for stealing</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A horse a year ago.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Ay, that is just the hair-pin</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I am, and that’s my line;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And here is twenty dollars</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I’ve brought to pay the fine.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“You owe no fine,” said Carey,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “Your punishment is o’er.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Not yet,” replied the rover;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “I’ve come to have some more.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='152' id='Page_152'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Fust-rate assault and batt’ry</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I’m goin’ to commit,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And you’re the mournful victim</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  That I intend to hit,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And give you such a scrampin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  As never was, nohow;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And so, to save the lawin’,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I guess I’ll settle now.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Up rose the Court in splendour;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  “Young man, your start is fair,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Sail in, my son, sail over,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And we will call it square!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Go in upon your chances,—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Perhaps you may not miss;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I like to see young heroes</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Ambitionin’ like this.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The young one at the older</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Went in with all his heft,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='153' id='Page_153'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And, like a flyin’ boulder,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  At once let out his left;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The Court, in haste, ducked under</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Its head uncommon spry,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then lifted the intruder</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  With a puncher in the eye,—</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>A regular right-hander;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And like a cannon-ball,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The young man, when percussioned</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Went over on the wall.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In just about a second,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  The Court, with all its vim,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Like squash-vines o’er a meadow,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Went climbing over him.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Yea, as the pumpkin clambers</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Above an Indian grave,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or as the Mississippi</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Inunders with its wave,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='154' id='Page_154'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And merrily slops over</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A town in happy sport,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>E’en so that man was clambered</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  All over by the Court.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And in about a minute</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  That party was so raw,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He would have seemed a stranger</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Unto his dearest squaw;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Till he was soft and tender,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  This morsel once so tough,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And then, in sad surrender,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  He moaned aloud, “Enough!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>He rose; and Justice Carey</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Said to him ere he went,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I do not think the fightin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  You did was worth a cent.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I charge for time two dollars,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  As lawyers should, ’tis plain;</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='155' id='Page_155'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>The balance of the twenty</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I give you back again.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“I like to be obligin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To folks with all my powers,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So when you next want fightin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Don’t come in office hours;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I only make my charges</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  For what’s in legal time,—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Drop in, my son, this evenin’,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And I’ll not charge a dime.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The young man took the guerdon,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  As he had ta’en the scars;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then took himself awayward</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To the ’Ginia City cars.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>’Tis glorious when heroes</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Go in to right their wrongs;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But if you’re only hair-pins,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Oh, then beware of tongs!</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='156' id='Page_156'></span><h1>JOSEPHI IN BENICIA</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There was a man who spent his mortal life</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A-prisoning until there came a war;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And with the war there came an enemy,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And with the enemy came dynamite,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And with the dynamite the engineers</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Histed that prison-house, and with it all</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That was therein. And when the man came down</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And lay a-dying, round the chaplain lit,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And asked him “What of life?” and he replied,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“To me this life has been a blasted cell.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And so he died like any other man,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus it is things work among mankind.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The great Josephi—the piano lord—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When in the land of California</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='157' id='Page_157'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was duly published for Benicia,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Yet never once put in; and then arose</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Dame Rumour with a hundred thousand tongues,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And people said that he had bust his wires,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And had neuralgia in his sounding-board,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the dyspepsia in his pedal joint,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the stricnosis in his upper keys,—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Yet all was false, and I will tell you why.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The day before he was to have gone in</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Unto his glory in Benicia,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There came a visitor whose sun-grilled face</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And grand prize pumpkin air had all the style</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of a Maud Muller’s father; and this man,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Being shown in, remarked, “I s’pose you air</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Mister Joseephee?” To him in reply</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The small piano-smasher nodded “Yes.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus the agriculturist went on:—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I’m from Beneesh, I am, and I belong</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To the Town Council—that is my posish.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Down here disposin’ of my barley, and</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I thort I’d call and see yer, being as</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='158' id='Page_158'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Yer comin’ down ter-morrer fur to play.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Ja, dot is so,” replied the music man.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Ye see, yer comin’ to a stranger town,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And so I thort I’d let yer hev some pints</p>
<p class='dramaline'>About the programme. We’re a-payin’ yer</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A pot o’ money, and of course yer want</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To suit the ordience.” “Vell, vot you like,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Exclaimed the great musician. “I can blay</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Chopin, Beethoven, Liszt—ja! all de crate</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Gombosers, and I gifes you vot you shoose.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I never heerd them tunes,” replied his guest.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Do yer know ‘Nancy Lee’?” “Not I, bei Gott!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Nor ‘Mary Ann’?” “Nein” (<span class='it'>very haughtily</span>).</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“The ‘Spanish Dona’—the ‘Monastery Bells’?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Gott’s dammerwetter! Himmelspotzen—<span class='sc'>nein</span>!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Wall, now, whar did ye learn? My darter Sue</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Goes to Miss Lynch’s, and she knows ’em all,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>An’ plays ’em all by heart right straight along.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I never thought her no great shakes, and yet</p>
<p class='dramaline'>She’s clean ahead of you.” A gloomy pause</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ensued, and two long glares. Then he set on,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='159' id='Page_159'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>“What kind o’ dancing music are ye gwine</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To fetch along? for that’s the heavy jerk.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“<span class='it'>Tantz musik!</span>” Oh, the horror of the voice</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of great Josephi when he heard these words.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Yes, certinly. Ain’t ye a-goin’ to play</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Fur dancing arter supper? Wot d’ye s’pose</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We’re gwine to pay yer fur?” (Here came the squall.)</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Go to der Teufel mit your tantz musik!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Dere-to your tauter also. Sapperment!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Verflucht sei deine Seele—do you dink</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I coom to blay fur caddle? I ton’t go</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Unto Benicia. Dell your veller-bigs</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Your tauter blays in my blace—in de blace</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of Herr Josephi—do you oonderstand,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>You hundert tousend plasted <span class='it'>Schweinigel</span>!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And in the rustic’s face he slammed the door.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>He did not play in fair Benicia,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And in that town he is not popular;</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='160' id='Page_160'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And in its leading circles seven out</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of eight regard him as a German fraud,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who cannot even play “My Mary Ann.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus it is they think he is a sell,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus it is things work among mankind.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='161' id='Page_161'></span><h1>THE STORY OF A LIE</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Who asks an ape to throw a coco-nut</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Should take it not amiss if it be thrown</p>
<p class='dramaline'>On his own head, as echo answers song.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There was a man named Jesse, who was called</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The greatest liar in Connecticut.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For there are giants among the Brobdingnags.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>It was a burning day, and William Hoop</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Sat in the shade, when Jess came riding by.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When wolves run past your door-step, let them run.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='162' id='Page_162'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But William cried, “Stop for a moment, Jess,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And tell us a big lie.” Jesse liked it not.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ne’er ask a hangman how to tie a noose.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But hastily and sadly he replied,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“This is no time for lying now; oh, woe!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A wanton widow may wear darkest weeds.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Your Uncle Sol died very suddenly</p>
<p class='dramaline'>An hour ago, and you would have me lie!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who weaveth nets is often caught in them.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And I am riding for the coroner,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And for a coffin. William, learn from this</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='it'>Never while living ask a man to lie</span>.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Then William ran in and told his wife,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And he and she and all the family</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Burst into tears. The thistle soon bears thorns.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='163' id='Page_163'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And in his waggon, leaving everything,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>They posted off and on, four miles away.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The eagle hastens at the eaglet’s cry.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And when arrived they found the family</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the large kitchen, but in ne’er a grief.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>It pains a man at times to miss his pain.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There Uncle Sol was buried—to the eyes,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In a great water-melon, lush and red.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Life’s sweetest things are water after all:</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Which rises in a mist, and comes again</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As rainy tears. And William almost wept</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For rage, because he had no cause to cry.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But after this he never did entreat</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Another man to tell a lie to him.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Burnt child seeks not a second time the fire.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='164' id='Page_164'></span><h1>THE LEGEND OF SAINT ANTHONY</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The seek-no-further face of loveliness,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The perfect form of fawn-like springfulness,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Rich as a bonanza just unbound:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Catherine Van Peyster, of Fifth Avenue.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>She lived a year in Europe—but for aye</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In all the hearts of all who met her there;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And then her pa allowed her boundless cash,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which she laid out in glorious works of art.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Such as the dream-like dresses made by Worth,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And heavenly hats by Virot, and all things</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Refined, æsthetic, swell, and classical;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Yea, even a picture—she bought everything.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='165' id='Page_165'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>’Tis true it was a picture of herself,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And when she ordered it she simply said,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I know that I am very beautiful,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>My mirror tells me that—distinctively;</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“But I am also very clever too,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For I am of a clever family,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Papa and sisters all are awful smart;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Now you must make it somehow sparkle out</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“In what you paint. And as for me I guess</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ll show you how to fix it—wait a bit.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ain’t there a saint they call Saint Catherine?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>One of my beaux, I think, once called me that.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“<span class='it'>Si, Illustrissima</span>,” the artist said,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Dere is a Santa Catarina, who</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Is beautiful most of the oder sants,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Vitch giusto suit so lovely mad as you!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='166' id='Page_166'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And she do always hold opon a vheel.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I see!” cried Miss Van Peyster—“just the thing,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The wheel of fortune—and the loveliest saint;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That’s me exactly. What a perfect fit!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And so ’twas painted, and the painted pair,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Saint Catherine and Miss Catherine, went across</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Unto New York; and many people came</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To call and worship—or to make believe.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And with the rest came Mr. Anthony,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A blooming broker, and a mighty man,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who did not think small brewings of himself,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Albeit his studies had been very small,</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And very few i’ the heap. His face and form</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Were greasiness and grossness well combined,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With sneeriness and nearness in the eyes;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He seemed a kind of coarsest Capuchin.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='167' id='Page_167'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And much he did admire the quaint conceit</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of being taken as a holy saint,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And said, “I’d like to try that thing myself.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>How could a feller fix it——Catherine?”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Easy enough,” replied the beautiful:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“You’ve only got to send your photograph</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Out to my man in Florence, and to say,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>‘<span class='it'>Vous peignez moi comme le Saint Anthony</span>.’</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“I’ll write it for you if you have a card,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And he will fix it for you <span class='it'>comme il faut</span>.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That very hour the heavy shaver wrote,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And sent the order for his portraiture.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And in due time ’twas done—and further on</p>
<p class='dramaline'>’Twas in the Custom House—and thence ’twas sent</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To the Spring Exhibition in New York,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There was no time to send it to “the House.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='168' id='Page_168'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And Anthony himself beheld it not</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Till it had hung a week upon “the walls,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And all the newspapers had served it up,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And all the world had merry made withal.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Yea, he <span class='it'>was</span> in it—clad in dirty rags,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A vile abomination. In his hand</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A monstrous rosary. The Sunday Press</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Said ’twas a rope of onions, meant to feed</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The monstrous hog which filled the canvas up,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So vast in its proportions that it seemed</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As Anthony were waiting on the hog,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And not the hog upon Saint Anthony.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>In it and in for it. Just as the Saint</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of Padua is painted, with his pig,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Only a little more so. And thus ends</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The tale of the great hog and Anthony.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='169' id='Page_169'></span><h1>A RUSSIAN LYRIC<br/> <span class='sub-head'><span class='sc'>Air</span>—“<span class='it'>Denkst du daran mein tapfre Lagienka.</span>”</span></h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“<span class='sc'>Saltokoff Skupchirofsky</span>,” said the ruler</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Of Russia to his captain of the guard,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I will retire; the night is growing cooler</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Have all the troops been posted in the yard?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“They have, my liege, and in the tower o’er you</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  The watchman, with an opera-glass, afar</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Looks out to see that no one comes to bore you:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  <span class='it'>Bogu Tsarachnie!</span> God protect the Tsar!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“What have you done with him who came this morning,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And wanted me to buy a lightning-rod?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“He sleeps beneath the Neva, as a warning</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To others like him, not as yet in quod.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='170' id='Page_170'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>“The girl who bored us for a contribution</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To send her blessed clergyman afar?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“She’s strangled by the Seventh Resolution:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  <span class='it'>Bogu Tsarachnie!</span> God protect the Tsar!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And where is he who gave us the conniptions,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  That cheeky man from the United States,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who came unto my bedside for subscriptions</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To—what was it?—the ‘Life of Sergeant Bates’?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Upon a special train that man is flying</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Unto Siberia in a third-class car;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Thou badest him ‘dry up!’ and he is drying:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  <span class='it'>Bogu Tsarachnie!</span> God protect the Tsar!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And where is he who bored us for insurance</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  On life or fire, who down the chimney came?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“My liege, beneath our feet in deepest durance</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  He pays with penance for his little game.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And, after him, the pedlar who came plungin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Into the parlour, smoking a cigar?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='171' id='Page_171'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Ask of the vipers in the palace dungeon:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  <span class='it'>Bogu Tsarachnie!</span> God protect the Tsar!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And that young man who always kept a-saying,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  ‘That is the kind of hair-pin that I am’?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“My liege, the strychnine in his vitals playing</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  May tell you how I stopped that kind of flam.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And he who at this day is still repeating,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  ‘What, never, never?’ ” “In a butt of tar</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We coopered <span class='it'>him</span>. His heart’s no longer beating:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  <span class='it'>Bogu Tsarachnie!</span> God protect the Tsar!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And where is he who on the imperial fences</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Inscribed <span class='it'>Pop’s Bitters</span>, and <span class='it'>Take Fooler’s Pills</span>?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“My lord, his medicines were no defences,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  In Hades he atones for earthly ills.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And that confounded nuisance of a Scotch Guard</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Who played the bagpipes up and down the car?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“My lord, the imperial headsman wears his watch-guard:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  <span class='it'>Bogu Tsarachnie!</span> God protect the Tsar!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='172' id='Page_172'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Captain, ’tis well. Now telegraph to London</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  That every Nihilist has had his dose,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And that a fresh conspiracy is undone,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And keep the gum-drop, corn-ball peddlers close</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who spread sedition in the trains to ’stress me;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And keep the gates of anarchy ajar;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So may Saint Feoderskidobry bless thee!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  <span class='it'>Bogu Tsarachnie!</span> God protect the Tsar!”</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='173' id='Page_173'></span><h1>MELODRAMNATION</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Now Mr. Gallagher is satisfied.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So says the Boston <span class='it'>Post</span>. The facts are these:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He is the chief of a theatric club,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And as he deems that he can melodram,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He melodrammed for it a mighty piece</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of thundering incidents and awful scenes,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which called for just nine actors. And they all</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Declared that each had got the worst and curst</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of all the parts, and that ’twas written thus</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To boom the fame of selfish Gallagher;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So the first night they came upon the boards,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With hearts like hornets and with souls like snakes</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And feeling like old pizen, all agog</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To be revenged upon the common foe,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who was to act the hero. <span class='it'>Act the first</span>:</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='174' id='Page_174'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>The hero and his mother meet to part,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And on her shoulders and o’er all her bust</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The parent had put pins by papersful,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Till she was like a frightful porcupine;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And when she pressed her darling to her breast,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The pins <span class='it'>en masse</span> entered his very soul,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And pricked his nose, and ran into his cheeks,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So that he howled; but his mamma held on,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Easing her heart with rapturous revenge</p>
<p class='dramaline'>While agonizing his. In the next act</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He was on shipboard, and ’twas in the plot</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That he should be knocked down and cuffed about</p>
<p class='dramaline'>By a most cruel captain; and, God knows,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The captain played that part most perfectly,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Since in the start he went for Gallagher</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With a belaying-pin, and laid him out</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='it'>Secundum artem</span>, and then let him up,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Only to let into him twice as hot,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>’Mid rapturous hurrahs. In the next act</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The hero led the crew to mutiny,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And Gallagher was glorious; but just then</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='175' id='Page_175'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Some one let down the trap on which he stood,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And there he was, up to his waist in stage,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Unable to get up or to go down,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus they kept him in captivity</p>
<p class='dramaline'>While all the audience guyed him. When he strove</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To climb they lowered him, and when he sought</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To dodge beneath they highered him again;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So he went up and down like Erie stock</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Until the scene was shifted. In the next</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He fought the villain of the play, and this</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was Mr. Hencoop Smith, a stalwart rogue,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Extremely high on muscle, and the way</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He lathered Gallagher about the stage</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was Awful Gardener. And when Smith should cry,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Forgive me—I am crushed!” and Gallagher</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Replied, “I’ll have your life!” the hero lay</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Under the table, while his adversary</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Bemauled him with a chair-leg. It was o’er,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And Gallagher, all black and blue, went home</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To plotter out revenge. On the next night</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The piece was adverred to be played again,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='176' id='Page_176'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And Gallagher sent round a messenger,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who said he was too ill to play his part,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But he would send a substitute. He did—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A giant-like ferocious prize-fighter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Under another name. And how he played!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He squeezed the mother into raving fits,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And jerked her wig away by accident,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And threw the cruel captain down the trap,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And larruped all the actors; and when Smith</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Came on to fight, he took him by the heels</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And mopped the stage with him until ’twas clean,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then hurled him through the flat. All was a wreck:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And in the front seat sat the Gallagher</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And laughed until he cried. Revenge is sweet!</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='177' id='Page_177'></span><h1>A TALE OF IDAHO</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>When they had finished the ethnology,</p>
<p class='line0'>And polished up the climate and the crops,</p>
<p class='line0'>And glorified the different kinds of bugs,</p>
<p class='line0'>And told in turn their lies about the snakes,</p>
<p class='line0'>And fish and deer and things, of Idaho,</p>
<p class='line0'>A pensive cuss in spectacles inquired,</p>
<p class='line0'>“All this is well enough; now how about</p>
<p class='line0'>Your educational facilities?</p>
<p class='line0'>And let me see in dots the time they go.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>“And that’s the only thing we really lack,”</p>
<p class='line0'>Replied the Ancient, with a silvery sigh;</p>
<p class='line0'>“We do defect in <span class='it'>that</span> ostensibly.</p>
<p class='line0'>We have the schools, but then we cannot git</p>
<p class='line0'>The folks to run ’em, or who will remain</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='178' id='Page_178'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Adjacent to ’em, for they will not keep.”</p>
<p class='line0'>“How!—do they <span class='it'>die</span>?” “Wall, some on ’em expired,</p>
<p class='line0'>Though Idaho ain’t an expirin’ State;</p>
<p class='line0'>But I will tell you just the time they go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“We had a fine young fellow from the East;</p>
<p class='line0'>He licked the boys, and also kissed the gals,</p>
<p class='line0'>And was all round uncommon popular,</p>
<p class='line0'>Bein’ likewise an awful fightin’ man,</p>
<p class='line0'>And there he <span class='it'>did</span> slop over. For one day</p>
<p class='line0'>He met a grizzly bar upon the prowl,</p>
<p class='line0'>And whistled to it, and the grizzly <span class='it'>come</span>;</p>
<p class='line0'>But when he went he carried by express</p>
<p class='line0'>All of that fine young man inside of him;</p>
<p class='line0'>And that is just about the time they go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“We had another from Connecticut:</p>
<p class='line0'>A widder run him down, and married him</p>
<p class='line0'>Inside the very school-house where he taught,</p>
<p class='line0'>Just as an Injun cooks a terrapin</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='179' id='Page_179'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>In its own shell, or as a lovely deer</p>
<p class='line0'>Is sometimes aboriginally biled</p>
<p class='line0'>Inside of its own skin, for that poor man</p>
<p class='line0'>Has been in bilin’ water ever sense:</p>
<p class='line0'>They say she makes it solemn hot for him.</p>
<p class='line0'>And that is just about the time they go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“The third was well enough, but he was lame;</p>
<p class='line0'>I needn’t tell you how <span class='it'>that</span> one got spiled;</p>
<p class='line0'>For sense he couldn’t run, one day, of course,</p>
<p class='line0'>The Injuns overtook him, and the way</p>
<p class='line0'>They treated him was pretty nigh as bad</p>
<p class='line0'>As if they had been widders, and that man</p>
<p class='line0'>Their lawful spouse. They also made it hot,</p>
<p class='line0'>Because they took and briled him at the stake.</p>
<p class='line0'>And that is just about the time they go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Then we tried women-folks to keep the school.</p>
<p class='line0'>We writ for one. She came; and as she lit</p>
<p class='line0'>Down from the stage, a man proposed to her</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='180' id='Page_180'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>And was accepted, and she married him</p>
<p class='line0'>That very night; in fact, within an hour</p>
<p class='line0'>He gin a party, and we had a dance;</p>
<p class='line0'>But Education suffered all the same,</p>
<p class='line0'>As she declined to teach, bein’ inclined</p>
<p class='line0'>To conjugate—excuse my little joke;</p>
<p class='line0'>But that is just about the time they go.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“The second—wall, <span class='it'>I took</span> the second one</p>
<p class='line0'>About the middle of the week she come;</p>
<p class='line0'>But telegraphed unto the Institute,</p>
<p class='line0'>‘Send on some more; keep sending of ’em on.’</p>
<p class='line0'>And so they kept a-comin’, but they kep’</p>
<p class='line0'>A-going speedier than they arrove,</p>
<p class='line0'>For the third lady was abducted by</p>
<p class='line0'>A highwayman before she got to us—</p>
<p class='line0'>She took it awful kindly, I believe.</p>
<p class='line0'>And that is just about the time they go.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>“But why,” exclaimed the wondering traveller,</p>
<p class='line0'>“Don’t you obtain a scareful, ugly one—</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='181' id='Page_181'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Some hideous old faggot, just like that</p>
<p class='line0'>Tremendous terror with the lantern-jaws</p>
<p class='line0'>By yonder ticket-window? She would keep.”</p>
<p class='line0'>“Alas! how strange,” replied the Ancient Man;</p>
<p class='line0'>“How is it that you people from the East</p>
<p class='line0'>Will never understand us pioneers?</p>
<p class='line0'>That woman is my wife—the very one</p>
<p class='line0'>I cut away from school; and she’s by far</p>
<p class='line0'>The handsomest there was in all the drove.</p>
<p class='line0'>For that is just about the time they go.”</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='182' id='Page_182'></span><h1>A CALIFORNIAN ROMANCE</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>Know’st thou the burning lay of Dante’s own,</p>
<p class='line0'>“<span class='it'>Nix mangiare é il diavolo!</span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Ma peggior la donna?</span>” that’s to say,</p>
<p class='line0'>“ ’Tis hard to be hard up, but harder still</p>
<p class='line0'>To get ahead of women.” Never much,</p>
<p class='line0'>While in Night’s cushion stars like pin-heads shine.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Oh, listen to me, for the tale I tell</p>
<p class='line0'>Is of Chicago, and the latest out,</p>
<p class='line0'>And by the noble <span class='it'>Tribune</span> novelist.</p>
<p class='line0'>“Say, do you mean it, honest Injun, now?”</p>
<p class='line0'>Said Vivian O’Riley to his sire.</p>
<p class='line0'>“And faith I do,” the earnest sire replied:</p>
<p class='line0'>“Marry this girl if so ye choose, me son,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='183' id='Page_183'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>But—if ye do—the divil a ha’penny</p>
<p class='line0'>Of all me fortune will yees ever see,</p>
<p class='line0'>While in Night’s cushion stars like pin-hids shine.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Two hours have passed, and so have eight or ten</p>
<p class='line0'>Slow-rolling tramway cars, until there comes</p>
<p class='line0'>The one which Vivian wants, and soon it lands</p>
<p class='line0'>The lover at the door of Pericles</p>
<p class='line0'>O’Rourke, the father of <span class='it'>bellissima</span>,</p>
<p class='line0'>The Lady Ethelberta. Lo, she sits</p>
<p class='line0'>In her boudoir (the high-toned word for “room”),</p>
<p class='line0'>Casting her soul in reverie o’er the trees,</p>
<p class='line0'>While in Night’s cushion stars like pin-heads shine.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“I have bad news for you, my utmost own,”</p>
<p class='line0'>Said Vivian in sad tones unto his love.</p>
<p class='line0'>“Cusses and crocuses upon my luck!</p>
<p class='line0'>And damns and daffodils on everything!”</p>
<p class='line0'>And as he spoke there came into his face</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='184' id='Page_184'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>A grey old scaly look which seemed to say,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Don’t bluff or you’ll be called</span>. “My dad and I</p>
<p class='line0'>Have had a round about, and he has dis—</p>
<p class='line0'>Sis—sis—inherited me; and I have</p>
<p class='line0'>Been given the g.-b. on your account,</p>
<p class='line0'>My be—b—beau—tiful. And I am now</p>
<p class='line0'>A beg—egg—eggar for you, Bertie dear!</p>
<p class='line0'>While in Night’s cushion stars like pin-heads shine.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Her soft dusk eyes grew wide and serious.</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line0'>“Yes,” he continued, “I am regular poor,</p>
<p class='line0'>Poor as a busted Indian, and of course</p>
<p class='line0'>It follows in the logic of our life</p>
<p class='line0'>That I must give you up. I cannot ask</p>
<p class='line0'>One in the golden glory of events</p>
<p class='line0'>To come and share a fate which runs upon</p>
<p class='line0'>A thousand annual dollars. Ne’er a case.</p>
<p class='line0'>While in Night’s cushion stars like pin-heads shine.”</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='185' id='Page_185'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>She looked at him with an incarnadine,</p>
<p class='line0'>Rich, passionate, scarlet-sanguine crimson flush</p>
<p class='line0'>Surging into her cheeks. If it had been</p>
<p class='line0'>A <span class='it'>full</span>, ’tis probable that Vivian</p>
<p class='line0'>Would have gone under; but a <span class='it'>flush</span></p>
<p class='line0'>Could never scare him or his similar,</p>
<p class='line0'>While in Night’s cushion stars like pin-heads shine.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Oh, Vivian!” she gurgled, like a dove,</p>
<p class='line0'>“Oh, do you think I will let up on you?</p>
<p class='line0'>And do you deem I would go back upon</p>
<p class='line0'>The note I signed, and run to protest?—no—</p>
<p class='line0'>Not while the snowy paper of my truth</p>
<p class='line0'>Is quiréd by the young-eyed cherubim,</p>
<p class='line0'>And in Night’s cushion stars like pin-heads shine.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Three months or ninety days went by, and then</p>
<p class='line0'>Upon a golden Californian</p>
<p class='line0'>December afternoon, with azure skies</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='186' id='Page_186'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Like those of summer as they are produced</p>
<p class='line0'>In less expensive countries, men beheld</p>
<p class='line0'>A diamondaine wedding at the house</p>
<p class='line0'>Of Ethelberta’s sire. As Vivian</p>
<p class='line0'>And his fair bride sat in the car—ri—age</p>
<p class='line0'>Which bore them to the station, ever on</p>
<p class='line0'>She gazed upon him like a Lamia</p>
<p class='line0'>With a strange look, which one might call, in fact,</p>
<p class='line0'>A weirdly precious smile. He gazed at her.</p>
<p class='line0'>“And so you would not leave me, love?” he cooed,</p>
<p class='line0'>“Even when you thought me poor?” And she replied,</p>
<p class='line0'>“Never, my precious one. I learned lang syne</p>
<p class='line0'>That when a sucker once drops off the hook</p>
<p class='line0'>It never bites again. And well you know</p>
<p class='line0'>That you were on the point of dropping off,</p>
<p class='line0'>And so your pa and I put up the job</p>
<p class='line0'>So as to land you, dear—as faith we did—</p>
<p class='line0'>A little quicker. Oh, men, men, men, men!</p>
<p class='line0'>If ye thus round, girls <span class='it'>will</span> get square with you,</p>
<p class='line0'>While in Night’s cushion stars like pin-heads shine.”</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='187' id='Page_187'></span><h1>THE STORY OF MR. SCROPER, ARCHITECT</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>Yes, I’ll tell you how it happened—that, too, with all due respect</p>
<p class='line0'>To the memory of Scroper, late departed architect—</p>
<p class='line0'>How it came that he departed so abruptly in the train;</p>
<p class='line0'>Why it was he’s been so late, too, in returnin’ back again.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now some folks are born to greatness, some achieve it, as you’ve read;</p>
<p class='line0'>And some justly stand and take it as it dollops on their head;</p>
<p class='line0'>But in this sublime Republic, where it’s help and help again,</p>
<p class='line0'>We all generally make it in cahoot with other men.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Scroper was a fine young fellow, of a monstrous enterprise;</p>
<p class='line0'>Likewise really ambitious, for he was so bound to rise,</p>
<p class='line0'>And he left no stone unturned—nor a log—he rolled ’em all,</p>
<p class='line0'>Till at last he got the contract for our new great City Hall.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now, of all our mortal actors here upon this earthly stage,</p>
<p class='line0'>The contractors have the hardest parts to play, I will engage;</p>
<p class='line0'>Specially in bran-new cities, just between the knead and bake,</p>
<p class='line0'>And where all the population are severely on the make.</p>
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<p class='line0'>What between the Common Council, and the more uncommon sort,</p>
<p class='line0'>Politicians, Press, and preachers, Scroper fell uncommon short.</p>
<p class='line0'>All of such as come a-plummin’ when a puddin’s to be had;</p>
<p class='line0'>All against his best contractin’ counteractin’ mighty bad.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Therefore when this edificial had got up his edifice,</p>
<p class='line0'>All who’d not been edifishing with him soon got up a hiss;</p>
<p class='line0'>Said the stuff upon the buildin’ was the worst that could be had,</p>
<p class='line0'>Likewise called the architexture architechnically bad.</p>
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<p class='line0'>So it came one solemn evenin’ in a Presbyterian rain</p>
<p class='line0'>Mr. Scroper all in silence gently took the Northern train;</p>
<p class='line0'>All he left was one small message to a friend who shared his home,—</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>When the darned affair blows over, telegraph for me to come</span>.</p>
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<p class='line0'>So he sat one summer mornin’, far away in Montreal,</p>
<p class='line0'>Musin’ on his recent patrons, while at heart he darned ’em all,</p>
<p class='line0'>When there came a little letter datin’ from his recent home,—</p>
<p class='line0'>“<span class='it'>All the thing is quite blown over, back again we bid you come</span>.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“<span class='it'>For last night we had a tempest,—while the mighty thunder rang,</span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Up there came a real guster, which blew down the whole shebang.</span></p>
<p class='line0'>(<span class='it'>Shebang</span>’s a word from Hebrew, meanin’ Seven, sayeth Krupp,</p>
<p class='line0'>And applied to any shanty where they play at seven-up.)</p>
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<p class='line0'>“<span class='it'>Truly it was well blown over all to splinders in the night,</span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>And the winds of heaven are blowing o’er the ruins as I write.</span>”</p>
<p class='line0'>Gentlemen, the story’s over. It would last for many a day</p>
<p class='line0'>If it told of every buildin’ built upon the swindlin’ lay.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='190' id='Page_190'></span><h1>THAT INTERESTIN’ BOY</h1></div>
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<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>HE sat upon the window-sill and jingled ninety cents. There came</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>along another boy, who said, “How are you, Pence? You’re goin’ out</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>a-Christmassin’, I guess, among the Dutch, to buy some gifts.” The</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>other spoke: “No—not exactly much. I am in luck, this year, I am.</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>I haven’t any bills. My sister’s sick, and can’t expect no presents but</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>her pills. My brother Ben’s in Canada, away upon the wing. Of</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>course, you know he can’t suppose I’ll buy him anything. My mother</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>pulled my hair, last night, until she made me squall. Of course she</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>knows that she’s gone up for anything at all.” “But there’s your father,”</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>said his friend. “Well,—yes—I really thought that I was stuck on the</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>old man, and that he had me caught, and I was kinder looking round</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>to hunt him up a pipe; but then, this very mornin’ he hit me such a</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>wipe! That fixed his Christmas goose for him, and took away his joy.</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>Now all this money’s goin’ to a good and clever boy, to buy him lots of</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>pea-nuts and candy, I’ll engage—with caramels; and that good boy is</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.9em;'>just my size and age.”</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='191' id='Page_191'></span><h1>MISS MILES, THE TELEGRAPH GIRL</h1></div>
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<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>Thy heart is like some icy lake,</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>  On whose cold brink I stand;</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>Oh, buckle on my spirit’s skate,</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>  And take me by the hand!</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>And lead, thou living saint, the way</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>  To where the ice is thin,</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>That it may break beneath my feet,</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>  And let a lover in.</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;font-size:.8em;'><span class='it'>Spiritualistic Poetry.</span></p>
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<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Since Soul first basked in Passion’s sun,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I always ran to seed</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In seeking One who’d gone and done</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Some great heroic deed;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And deemed I’d find Life’s Earnest Truth</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  In Gloriana Clarke,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Whose eyes were like two carriage lamps</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Advancing through the dark.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='192' id='Page_192'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But as the rose of morning fades</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Before the fire of noon,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or sparrows yield in sylvan glades</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To mocking-birds in June,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>My Gloriana’s stock went down—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Its wheat all turned to chaff—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When I got in with Mary Miles,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Who ran the telegraph.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Her brow betokened serious life;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I knew my final queen;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A soul divine in gaiter-boots,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A Dream in crinoline.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Her parasol a glory seemed</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Around a vivid saint,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The whole one spirit-photograph</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Illumed with heavenly paint.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And thus she lifted up her voice,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  That mission-mantled maid;</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='193' id='Page_193'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus she spoke with golden grace,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  And sacredly she said—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A-pointing at me all the time</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  With that same parasol,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The light which gleams from silent lands</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Around her seemed to fall—</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“You’ve told of great and holy deeds—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I s’pose they all are true—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But in our telegraphic line</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  We’ve some adventures, too;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And though I do not like to boast</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Of what I ever done,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='it'>One</span> thing my Moral Consciousness</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Declares was Number One.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Last Fall I was in Tennessee</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A-travelling might and main,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When all at once the engine broke—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  They couldn’t run the train;</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='194' id='Page_194'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And if another train should come</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  ’Twould rather make us scream.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>List to the glorious deed she did,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  This angel of my dream.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“I saw a telegraphic line</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Was running by our <span class='it'>rout</span>,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Though not a house or a machine</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Was anywhere about.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the conductor said, said he,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  With his wild eyes of light:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>‘Miss Miles, if we’d a battery,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I’d fix this scrape all right.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“ ‘I’d send ’em down a telegram</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Some twenty miles below,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And ask for help.’ I looked at him—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  ‘I’ll fix the business, Joe.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Is there a pair of nippers here?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  If so, those nippers bring;</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='195' id='Page_195'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And if you can’t, a sharp-edged file</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Would be a heaven-sent thing.’ ”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Unshadowed girl! I see the dodge,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I cried in rapturous joy;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And didst thou climb the post thyself?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Said she, “I did, my boy.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A higher law of moral truth</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Gave courage to my soul;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I did not show my garters once</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  In going up the pole.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“No poet ever felt such thrills</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  In touching of his lyre</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As I did when I found there came</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  A message through the wire.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That wire I cut, and ’tween my teeth</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I held it—ay, with pride—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And with my tongue the current clicked</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  To the wire on t’other side.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='196' id='Page_196'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“On one side came the message in</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  From some man in New York:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>‘<span class='it'>Buy if you can, at ninety-five,</span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>  <span class='it'>Five thousand sides of pork.</span>’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And this same electricity</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I changed as in a flash:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>‘<span class='it'>Send down an engine right away,</span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>  <span class='it'>Or we shall go to smash.</span>’</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“The engine came, and all were saved—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Yet life is but a Dream.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I live—thou livest in a cloud:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  We are not what we seem.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Still craving for the Infinite</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  In Time’s ideal lodge,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I grasped a truth—yet after all</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  ’Twas but an earthly dodge.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>I gazed upon that spirit grand,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Upon my knees I sank,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='197' id='Page_197'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And from mine eyes the burning sand</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  The scalding tear-drops drank.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then soft she smiled: “If deeds like this</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Can yield such victory,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And I am in your line, my love,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Then, love, I yield to thee.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Ho, maidens of Vienna’s show!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Ho, matrons of Lucerne!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Look out for us next summer, when</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  We give your shop a turn.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I have won my soul’s ideal,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  I have booked her for a wife;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the Fancy and the Real</p>
<p class='dramaline'>  Are united in my life.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='198' id='Page_198'></span><h1>AN AMERICAN COCK-TALE</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'><span class='sc'>Professor Luther Cranmer Bangs</span></p>
<p class='line0'>Has travelled in Europe more than a year,</p>
<p class='line0'>And no one need ever be troubled with pangs</p>
<p class='line0'>At telling him aught which he thought was severe;</p>
<p class='line0'>For there’s ne’er a Yankee of any size,</p>
<p class='line0'>No matter how sharply he chaffs or slangs,</p>
<p class='line0'>That can boast he ever has taken a rise</p>
<p class='line0'>On Professor Luther Cranmer Bangs.</p>
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<p class='line0'><span class='it'>He</span> was the man whom Dr. Snayle</p>
<p class='line0'>Read a lecture to on a morning call—</p>
<p class='line0'>Read it clear through from bill to tail;</p>
<p class='line0'>And Bangs like Old Piety bore it all.</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='199' id='Page_199'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Said Snayle, when the sheets were all up-read,</p>
<p class='line0'>“I’m a-going with this to Boston, you know”—</p>
<p class='line0'>“I’m glad to hear it,” his listener said:</p>
<p class='line0'>“I always <span class='it'>did</span> hate those Bostonians so!”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Well, last week on a City Atlas ’bus</p>
<p class='line0'>The Professor and I went riding down,</p>
<p class='line0'>While the driver politely gave to us</p>
<p class='line0'>Opinions on things about the town.</p>
<p class='line0'>And finding my friend was “prone to receive,”</p>
<p class='line0'>And came from the Western land afar,</p>
<p class='line0'>He told him just what one <span class='it'>ought</span> to believe</p>
<p class='line0'>In politics, piety, love, and war.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then glancing at Bangs, who sat to leeward,</p>
<p class='line0'>Looking as mild as cambric tea,</p>
<p class='line0'>He said: “I once ’ad—but I soon got cured</p>
<p class='line0'>Of—a wish to go to Amerikee.</p>
<p class='line0'>I was tired of always a-drivin’ these cusses,</p>
<p class='line0'>And so I thought I would like to range”——</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='200' id='Page_200'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>“You were right,” said Bangs. “In our Yankee ’busses</p>
<p class='line0'>It’s the <span class='it'>driver</span> who takes (and keeps) the change!”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Sharp glanced the driver at Bangs; then said,</p>
<p class='line0'>“What scared me of goin’ was this, d’ye see,—</p>
<p class='line0'>I’d a friend in New York, whose letters I read;</p>
<p class='line0'>And he wrote: In the whole of your country,</p>
<p class='line0'>He ’ad looked the biggest graveyards through,</p>
<p class='line0'>Looked ’em through with uncommon keer,</p>
<p class='line0'>But never ’ad come to a single view</p>
<p class='line0'>Of a cove<SPAN name='r10'/><SPAN href='#f10' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[10]</span></sup></SPAN> as wos aged fifty year.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“And as this is the case in hevery State,</p>
<p class='line0'>I think there’s nothink on hearth for cure’n</p>
<p class='line0'>A chap hof a fancy to hemigrate</p>
<p class='line0'>Like readin’ of them graveyards of yourn.</p>
<p class='line0'>So I thought I’d rather perlong my breath,</p>
<p class='line0'>Tho’ sometimes here a fellow they hangs”——</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='201' id='Page_201'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>“You are right, my friend. Choose your own way of death,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>I</span> go in for that,” said Professor Bangs.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“But I see you have not understood</p>
<p class='line0'>Why no aged person is ever found</p>
<p class='line0'>Among us. We only want <span class='it'>young</span> blood</p>
<p class='line0'>On our driving, thriving, Yankee ground.</p>
<p class='line0'>Youth alone has the power to go it;</p>
<p class='line0'>Old men are a drag on putting it through,</p>
<p class='line0'>So we kill them off—and our tombstones show it—</p>
<p class='line0'>Before they arrive at forty-two.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Here the driver gave a long <span class='it'>cher</span>—<span class='it'>rup</span>!</p>
<p class='line0'>And gazed at the Yankee, dark and wan,</p>
<p class='line0'>As if he had woke the wrong passenger up</p>
<p class='line0'>While calmly Professor Bangs went on:</p>
<p class='line0'>“In walking up and down Broadway,</p>
<p class='line0'>Large mourning sign-boards at times appear</p>
<p class='line0'>With this inscription in letters grey—</p>
<p class='line0'>‘<span class='it'>Elderly persons extinguished here</span>.’</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='202' id='Page_202'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>“And they put in your hand a pamphlet small,</p>
<p class='line0'>Adapted to people of different stations,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which cites the law, and exhorts them all</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>To dismiss in peace</span> their old relations.</p>
<p class='line0'>‘Why let them linger in a vale,’</p>
<p class='line0'>It states, ‘where often colds they catch?</p>
<p class='line0'>Send them to <span class='it'>us</span>, and we’ll end the tale</p>
<p class='line0'>With politeness, humanity, and dispatch.’</p>
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<p class='line0'>“ ‘N.B.—For those who would die by the trigger</p>
<p class='line0'>We’ve a merciful man who’s a practised shot,</p>
<p class='line0'>With an elegant room, and a careful nigger</p>
<p class='line0'>To lay them genteelly out on the spot.</p>
<p class='line0'>Our principal has a chemist of fame,</p>
<p class='line0'>Whom he exclusively employs on</p>
<p class='line0'>Those who set their checks on a different game</p>
<p class='line0'>And like to pass to heaven by poison.’</p>
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<p class='line0'>“ ’Tis thus the ladies generally choose it;</p>
<p class='line0'>They love to die without pain or pangs</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='203' id='Page_203'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>By a nice little globule—who could refuse it?</p>
<p class='line0'>None but a man,” said Professor Bangs.</p>
<p class='line0'>“A <span class='it'>saw buck</span> extra they always charge</p>
<p class='line0'>For the stylish mode of extinguishing breath.</p>
<p class='line0'>A saw buck’s ten dollars. It’s rather large,</p>
<p class='line0'>But then it ensures you a <span class='it'>cocktail</span> death.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Vot may that be?” said the driver, meekly,</p>
<p class='line0'>In the tone of a greatly altered man.</p>
<p class='line0'>I observed that he seemed to be growing weakly</p>
<p class='line0'>Since the Professor his story began.</p>
<p class='line0'>“A cocktail’s a tipple—America vaunts of it—</p>
<p class='line0'>So flavoured, so foamy, so spiced, and whirled,</p>
<p class='line0'>That he who can get as much as he wants of it</p>
<p class='line0'>Very soon drinks himself out of the world.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“ ’Tis said in the sky—right over Paris,</p>
<p class='line0'>Where the American heaven is found,</p>
<p class='line0'>Where everything brick-like and fast and rare is—</p>
<p class='line0'>The cocks with tumblers for tails run round.</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='204' id='Page_204'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>They cut to the bar for all things thinkable,—</p>
<p class='line0'>All that is nice is a gratis boon,—</p>
<p class='line0'>Then they come back with your favourite drinkable</p>
<p class='line0'>And their sickle-feather’s a silver spoon!</p>
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<p class='line0'>“But he who invented the cocktail brew is</p>
<p class='line0'>The man before you. Thus came the hint:</p>
<p class='line0'>I had once been kissing a pretty Jewess,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who just before had been nibbling mint;</p>
<p class='line0'>And in order to recall the taste</p>
<p class='line0'>Which I found in pressing her luscious two lips,</p>
<p class='line0'>I mingled brandy and mint, in haste,</p>
<p class='line0'>With sugar and ice—and thus made Juleps.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“The first step was, therefore, the julep perfected,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which gives us a <span class='it'>menthal</span> spirit of wine;</p>
<p class='line0'>And finding myself thereby respected,</p>
<p class='line0'>I sought to make bitter and sweet combine.</p>
<p class='line0'>So I took of bitters aromatic</p>
<p class='line0'>(I prefer the tincture of bark myself,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='205' id='Page_205'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>With orange flavoured, but if you lack it,</p>
<p class='line0'>Try any kind on the bar-room shelf).</p>
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<p class='line0'>“And I fixed them with sugar, and ice, and spirits,</p>
<p class='line0'>In a silver tumbler, lightning-quick, sir,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which I shook till all their several merits</p>
<p class='line0'>Were combined in one subtle and strange elixir.</p>
<p class='line0'>Then I passed it through a silver sieve</p>
<p class='line0'>Kept carefully free from spot or rust;</p>
<p class='line0'>And the final jimglorious touch to give,</p>
<p class='line0'>I threw in a sprinkle of nutmeg-dust.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“And I am told by the spirit-rappers</p>
<p class='line0'>That in the American Paris-heaven,</p>
<p class='line0'>Though they’ve fancy drinks which are total snappers,</p>
<p class='line0'>There’s nothing better than mine are given.</p>
<p class='line0'>So they die in New York without any pangs,</p>
<p class='line0'>For they know in the next world, to requite ’em,</p>
<p class='line0'>They’ll sit over Paris,” said Mr. Bangs,</p>
<p class='line0'>“A-drinking cocktails <span class='it'>ad infinitum</span>.”</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='206' id='Page_206'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>Here we got down, and the driver said,</p>
<p class='line0'>“Vell, <span class='it'>you</span>’re of the kind that will allers bang ’em!”</p>
<p class='line0'>And turning our mocassins homeward, we sped</p>
<p class='line0'>To that great American wigwam, the Langham.</p>
<p class='line0'>Said Bangs, “O’er <span class='it'>my</span> eyes there is drawn no wool.</p>
<p class='line0'>That man has no heart who would tell you a mock tale;</p>
<p class='line0'>But story for story I told to the Bull,</p>
<p class='line0'>What I call a real American cocktail.”</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='it'>Cove</span>, a word erroneously supposed to be slang. It is derived from the Gypsy
<span class='it'>covo</span> or <span class='it'>covi</span>, meaning <span class='it'>that</span>—that fellow, that thing.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='207' id='Page_207'></span><h1>JUDGE WYMAN<br/> <span class='sub-head'><span class='sc'>a rural yankee legend</span></span></h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>Long ago, in the State of Maine,</p>
<p class='line0'>  There lived a Judge—a good old soul,</p>
<p class='line0'>Rather well up in “genial vein,”</p>
<p class='line0'>  And not by any means “down on” the bowl.</p>
<p class='line0'>N.B.—By “bowl” I mean the “cup,”</p>
<p class='line0'>  And by “cup”—N.B.—I mean a <span class='it'>glass</span>,</p>
<p class='line0'>Since neither bowls nor cups go up</p>
<p class='line0'>  At present when we our liquor pass.</p>
<p class='line0'>        (Although I recall—</p>
<p class='line0'>        ’Tis three years this Fall—</p>
<p class='line0'>When travelling in the wilderness,</p>
<p class='line0'>And things were all in an awful mess,</p>
<p class='line0'>And our crockery, with a horrible crash,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='208' id='Page_208'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Had gone its way to eternal smash)</p>
<p class='line0'>(It came, as the driver allowed, from racin’),</p>
<p class='line0'>We drank champagne from a tin wash-basin.</p>
<p class='line0'>Excuse the digression—<span class='it'>non est crimen</span>—</p>
<p class='line0'>And return to our Judge, whose name was Wyman.</p>
<p class='line0'>The Judge oft drank in a hostelrie</p>
<p class='line0'>  Kept by a man whose name was Sterret,</p>
<p class='line0'>Where he met with jolly company,</p>
<p class='line0'>  But where the whisky was void of merit.</p>
<p class='line0'>The real Minié rifle brand,</p>
<p class='line0'>That at forty rods kills out of hand.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Well, it came to pass that one night the Judge</p>
<p class='line0'>  At Sterret’s, after a long, hot day,</p>
<p class='line0'>Got so tight that he couldn’t budge,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And found himself “well over the bay,”</p>
<p class='line0'>With a “snake in his boot” and one in his hat,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Like a biled owl, or a monkey horned,</p>
<p class='line0'>Tangle-legged, hawk-eyed, on a bat,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Peepy, skewered, and slewed, and corned.</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='209' id='Page_209'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Couldn’t tell a skunk from a pint of Cologne,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Couldn’t see the difference ’tween <span class='it'>fips</span> and cents;</p>
<p class='line0'>And when he attempted to walk alone,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Simply made a Virginia fence;</p>
<p class='line0'>Till liquor yielded at last to sleep,</p>
<p class='line0'>And he sank into Dream River—four miles deep.</p>
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<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Sanctus Ivus fuit Brito, advocatus sed non latro.</span></p>
<p class='line0'>“Saint Ives the Briton first took a brief,</p>
<p class='line0'>For though a lawyer he wasn’t a thief.”</p>
<p class='line0'>This is what the story declares,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which says he listens to lawyers’ prayers.</p>
<p class='line0'>Likely enough! perhaps he may—</p>
<p class='line0'>Whenever a lawyer tries to pray!</p>
<p class='line0'>But another legend, old and quaint,</p>
<p class='line0'>Assigns them a different kind of saint,</p>
<p class='line0'>With a singular foot and peculiar hue,</p>
<p class='line0'>Whose breath is tinged with a beautiful blue;</p>
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<p class='line0'>  And this was <span class='it'>rather</span> the saint, I think,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who inspired the young lawyers, twenty-four,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='210' id='Page_210'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>  Who helped Judge Wyman to stow his drink,</p>
<p class='line0'>And made them rejoice to hear him snore.</p>
<p class='line0'>  Who, save the devil, would not have wept</p>
<p class='line0'>To see these graceless legal loons</p>
<p class='line0'>  Tricking the good old Judge as he slept,</p>
<p class='line0'>And filling his pockets with Sterret’s spoons?</p>
<p class='line0'>  With silver spoons; likewise for butter</p>
<p class='line0'>A handsome ten-dollar silver knife;</p>
<p class='line0'>  Then put Judge Wyman on a shutter,</p>
<p class='line0'>And carried him home to his loving wife.</p>
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<p class='line0'>If any ladies read these rhymes,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Which in Edgar A. Poetry are called “runes,”</p>
<p class='line0'>They may just imagine what sort of times</p>
<p class='line0'>  Mrs. Wyman had when she found the spoons!</p>
<p class='line0'>The Judge’s grief was full of merit,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And his lady wasn’t inclined to flout it;</p>
<p class='line0'>But she quietly took the spoons to Sterret,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And nothing more was said about it.</p>
<p class='line0'>A month went by, and <span class='it'>Fama</span>, the wench!</p>
<p class='line0'>  Had not spread a whisper to urge remorse,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='211' id='Page_211'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>And Judge Wyman sat on the legal bench,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Trying a fellow for stealing a horse.</p>
<p class='line0'>The evidence was all due north.</p>
<p class='line0'>  It froze the prisoner every minute,</p>
<p class='line0'>Till Judge Wyman called the culprit forth,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And asked what “he had to say <span class='it'>agin</span> it?”</p>
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<p class='line0'>The prisoner looked at the planks of pine</p>
<p class='line0'>  Of the little rural court-house ceiling,</p>
<p class='line0'>At all the jury in a line,</p>
<p class='line0'>  Then answered, his only small card dealing,</p>
<p class='line0'>“Judge, I hev lots of honesty,</p>
<p class='line0'>  But when I’m drunk I can’t control it;</p>
<p class='line0'>And as for this ’ere hoss—d’ye see?—</p>
<p class='line0'>  I was drunk as blazes when I stole it.”</p>
<p class='line0'>Answered the Judge, “If this Court were a dunce,</p>
<p class='line0'>  She would say, in law that is no excuse;</p>
<p class='line0'>For the Court held that opinion <span class='it'>once</span>,</p>
<p class='line0'>  But of late her connection’s been gettin’ loose.</p>
<p class='line0'>One may be certain on law to-day,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And find himself to-morrow dumb.—</p>
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<p class='line0'>“But answer me one thing truly, and say</p>
<p class='line0'>  Where’bouts it was you got your rum?”</p>
<p class='line0'>“I drank because I was invited,</p>
<p class='line0'>  And got my rum at Sterret’s, d’ye see?”</p>
<p class='line0'>“Mr. Sheriff,” cried the Judge, excited,</p>
<p class='line0'>  “This instant set that poor man free!</p>
<p class='line0'>The liquor that Sterret sells, by thunder!</p>
<p class='line0'>  Would make a man do anything,</p>
<p class='line0'>And some time or other, I shouldn’t wonder</p>
<p class='line0'>  If it made a saint on the gallows swing;</p>
<p class='line0'>It will run a man to perdition quicker</p>
<p class='line0'>  Than it takes a fiddler to reel off tunes;</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Why, this Court herself once got drunk on that liquor,</span></p>
<p class='line0'>  <span class='it'>And stole the whole of old Sterret’s spoons</span>!”</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='213' id='Page_213'></span><h1>IN NEVADA</h1></div>
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<p class='dramaline-cont'>Like an awful alligator</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Breathing fire and screeching hell-some,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With a pack of hounds behind him,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As if hunted by the devil,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Came the smoking locomotive,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Followed by the cars and tender,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Down among the mountain gorges,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Till it stopped before a village</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the starry night came on.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Just before a mountain village,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Where there was a howling shindy</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Just around a bran-new gallows,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With a roaring blazing bonfire</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Casting a red light upon it,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='214' id='Page_214'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>While a crowd of roughest rowdies</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Shouted, “Cuss him! darn his vitals!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Bust him! sink him! burn him! skin him!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Evidently much excited</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the starry night came on.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>On the gallows stood a culprit</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Shrieking painfully for mercy.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the train and engine halted,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Louder yelled the gasping victim.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then out cried the grim conductor,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“What in thunder is the matter?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>What’s ye doin’ with that feller?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Why’ve ye got both fire and gallows?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And unto him some one answered,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the starry night came on:—</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“This all-fired, skunk-eyed villain,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Whom you see upon the gallows,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='215' id='Page_215'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Lately stole the loveliest mewel<SPAN name='r11'/><SPAN href='#f11' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[11]</span></sup></SPAN></p>
<p class='dramaline'>That you ever sot your peeps on,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For a hundred shiny dollars,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Went and sold it to the Greasers;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But, as you perceive, we’ve nailed him,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And at present we’re debatin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Whether we had better hang him,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or else roast him like an Injun,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ere the starry night comes on.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And I think ez ther ar’ ladies</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Here to grace this gay occasion,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the train, and quite convenient,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We had better take and burn him.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>’Twould be kinder interestin’,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or, as folks might say, romantic,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To behold an execution,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As we do ’em here in Hell Town,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='216' id='Page_216'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the real frontier fashion,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ere the starry night comes on.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Up from all the assembled ladies,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And from all the passageros,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Went a scream of protestation,—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“What! for nothing but a mewel!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Only for a hundred dollars</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Roast alive a fine young fellow!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Never, never, never, ne—ver!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Falling on her knees, a damsel</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Begged the maddened crowd to spare him,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And to her replied the spokesman,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the starry night came on:—</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Since the lady begs it of us,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And as we ar’ galiant fellers,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We will smash the tail of Jestis,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And will spare this orful miscrint,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='217' id='Page_217'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ef you’ll raise a hundred dollars</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To replace the vanished mewel.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then this fiend, unwhipped, undamaged,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>May go wanderin’ to thunder,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Soon as he darnation pleases,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ere the starry night comes on.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Straight among the pitying ladies,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the other passageros,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Went the hat around in circle.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Dollars, quarters, halves, and greenbacks</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Rained into it till the hundred</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was accomplished, and the ransom</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Paid unto Judge Lynch in person,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who received it very gracious,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And at once released the prisoner,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Sternly bidding him to squaddle,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Just as fast as he could make it,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ere the starry night came on.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='218' id='Page_218'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the lady who by kneeling</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Had destroyed the path of justice,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Seized upon the fine young fellow,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He who had the mulomania,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or who was a kleptomuliac;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And she led him by the halter,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>While the reckless population</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Made atrocious puns upon it;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And she stowed him in the Pullman</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the safest sanctuary,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the starry night came on.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>It was over. Loud the whistle</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Blew a signal of departure;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Still the dying bonfire flickering</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Showed on high the ghastly gallows,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Seeming like some hungry monster</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Disappointed of a victim,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Gasping as in fitful anger,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Pouring out unto the gallows</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='219' id='Page_219'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or the sympathetic scaffold</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All the story of its sorrow,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the clouds passed o’er the moon-face,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the starry night came on.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Soon the train and those within it</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Reached and passed a second station,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And was speeding ever onward,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When at once a shriek came ringing—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>’Twas an utterance from the lady</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who by tears had baffled justice;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Loud she cried, “Where is my hero?</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Where, oh, where’s the handsome prisoner?”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the affable conductor</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Searched the train from clue to ear-ring,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>But they could not find the captive.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He had clearly just evaded</p>
<p class='dramaline'>At the station just behind them,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the starry night came on.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='220' id='Page_220'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then outspoke a man unnoted</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Hitherto: “I heard the fellow</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Say just now to the conductor,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ere we reached the second teapot,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That he reckoned he must hook it</p>
<p class='dramaline'>This here time a little sooner,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>If he hoped to get his portion</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of the hundred, since the last time</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He came awful nigh to lose it;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For it might be anted off all</p>
<p class='dramaline'>’Fore he got a chance to strike it,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ere the starry night came on.”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And the Unknown thus continued:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“They hev hed that gallows standin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All the summer, and the people</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Mostly git ther livin’ from it,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For they take ther turns in bein’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Mournful victims who hev stolen</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='221' id='Page_221'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Every one a lovely mewel;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And they always every evenin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Hev the awful death-fire kindled,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the ghastly captive ready.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>It’s the fourth time I hev seen it,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Comin’ through and never missed it;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Only for a variation</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Now and then they hire a nigger</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For the people from New England,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the starry night comes on.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And they find that fire and gallows</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Just as good as a bonanza,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For they got the Legislater</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Lately to incopperate it;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And I hear the stock is risin’</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Up like prairie smoke in autumn.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Yes, in this world men diskiver</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Cur’ous ways to make a livin’,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ez you’ll find when you hev tried it</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='222' id='Page_222'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>For a year or so about here.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the passengers in silence</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Mused upon this new experience,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Most of all the fine young lady,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As the dragon darted onward,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And the starry night came on.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='223' id='Page_223'></span><h1>THE PHILANTHROPIC CLUB</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>I am the member of a club of reg’lar noble seeds,</p>
<p class='line0'>Whose object is to give rewards for philanthropic deeds.</p>
<p class='line0'>We root for magnanimity as spiders hunt for flies,</p>
<p class='line0'>So we lately held a meeting to award our annual prize.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then our President reported with great solemnity</p>
<p class='line0'>The case of Dayball Carter, a man in Tennessee,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who plunged into a burning store as if his doom had come,</p>
<p class='line0'>But emergéd with an infant—and a gallon jug of rum.</p>
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<p class='line0'>But the club could nowise settle, admitting all the fact,</p>
<p class='line0'>If the baby or the liquor had inspired the noble act,</p>
<p class='line0'>For ’twas proved he kept the liquor while he let the infant go,</p>
<p class='line0'>So the case of Mr. Carter was adjourned <span class='it'>in dubio</span>.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='224' id='Page_224'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>Then the Secretary read us, in very moving tones,</p>
<p class='line0'>The wondrous case of courage of General Pompey Jones,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who found a hydrophobic dog upon a neighbour’s farm,</p>
<p class='line0'>And roped his neck and led him off where he could do no harm.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then Brother Chunk, of Pewterville, declared that it was sad</p>
<p class='line0'>To have to state that Jones had no idea the dog was mad,</p>
<p class='line0'>And that in circles where he moved ’twas very freely said</p>
<p class='line0'>He’d picked it up intending to come out one dog ahead.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then the next case reported in the doings of the day</p>
<p class='line0'>Was that of Huckleberry Pod, a man in Iowa,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who slopped into a raging flood to save a drowning maid,</p>
<p class='line0'>And did it like a beaver, as admiring neighbours said.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then Brother Chunk again let down his fist with startling bump,</p>
<p class='line0'>And said he’d found that Mr. Pod refused to make the jump</p>
<p class='line0'>Till offered fifty dollars by the people of the town,</p>
<p class='line0'>And that then he wouldn’t do it till he got the money down.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Last of all we heard the instance of Golias Purple Fife,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who went into an awful well to save a fellow’s life,</p>
<p class='line0'>A man who always spoke of Fife as of a blooming fool,</p>
<p class='line0'>And who recently had done him blind in trading for a mule;</p>
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<p class='line0'>And on top of this, moreover, in addition, ’twas a fact,</p>
<p class='line0'>He refused a quarter-dollar for this noble manly act,</p>
<p class='line0'>And when they asked him what he’d drink, or if he’d take a bite,</p>
<p class='line0'>He jumped in silence on his mule and rode into the night.</p>
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<p class='line0'>This case, in the opinion of the members of the club,</p>
<p class='line0'>Was much the most deserving, and the nearest to the hub;</p>
<p class='line0'>And each allowed he’d never heard the like in all his life,</p>
<p class='line0'>So, by general acclamation, they bestowed the prize on Fife:—</p>
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<p class='line0'>A silver-plated snuff-box, with a compass in the lid,</p>
<p class='line0'>With the words, “<span class='it'>If sold at auction always do as you are bid</span>,”</p>
<p class='line0'>Which we sent him in a hurry ere it might be understood</p>
<p class='line0'>That this, too, was not an instance of the pure unmingled good.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='226' id='Page_226'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>And these are the proceedings of these noble-minded seeds,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who make it their profession to discover virtuous deeds;</p>
<p class='line0'>And every day turns out a lot, but still ’tis on our mind</p>
<p class='line0'>That a case without a speck in it is very hard to find.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='227' id='Page_227'></span><h1>THE COLOURED FORTUNE-HUNTER</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>Pete Jonsing went to see the County Clerk</p>
<p class='line0'>About a marriage license, and the man</p>
<p class='line0'>Said unto him for fun, but seriously:</p>
<p class='line0'>“I hope the bride possesses fifty cents,</p>
<p class='line0'>Because the Legislature’s passed a law</p>
<p class='line0'>That any girl with less must not be wed.”</p>
<p class='line0'>“Jis’ go ahead wid dat ’ar paper, Boss,”</p>
<p class='line0'>Peter replied; then whispered, bending down:</p>
<p class='line0'>“Dar’s rumers—and dey is reliable—</p>
<p class='line0'>Dat de young woman dat I’m goin’ fur</p>
<p class='line0'>Has got two dollars and a quarter—<span class='it'>shoa</span>.</p>
<p class='line0'>And dat’s de reason wy I marries her.”</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='228' id='Page_228'></span><h1>PENN<br/> <span class='sub-head'><span class='sc'>on a text by robert burdette</span></span></h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>When William Penn appeared before King Charles</p>
<p class='line0'>To get the charter of his Promised Land</p>
<p class='line0'>            In Pennsylvaniá,</p>
<p class='line0'>’Twas in his usual free-and-easy style,</p>
<p class='line0'>With hands in pockets and his hat on side—</p>
<p class='line0'>            Singing <span class='it'>Lard-dardy day</span>!</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Let us drink and be merry, laugh, sing, and rejoice,</span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice,</span></p>
<p class='line0'>            <span class='it'>Merry-ton-ton-ton ta-lay!</span></p>
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<p class='line0'>King Charles at once removed his feathered tile.</p>
<p class='line0'>“Keep on your hat, young man!” said William Penn,</p>
<p class='line0'>            “It is our Quaker way;</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='229' id='Page_229'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>And people will not know that you are bald;</p>
<p class='line0'>Be quite at home to make your guests at home—</p>
<p class='line0'>            Singing <span class='it'>Lard-dardy day</span>!</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>This changeable world to our joys is unjust,</span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>All treasure’s uncertain, so down with your dust,</span></p>
<p class='line0'>            <span class='it'>Merry-ton-ton-ton ta-lay!</span>”</p>
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<p class='line0'>“It is the custom here,” the King replied,</p>
<p class='line0'>“For only one to cover at a time;</p>
<p class='line0'>            This is the courtly way.”</p>
<p class='line0'>“Then you should have more covers,” warbled Penn.</p>
<p class='line0'>“Warm people’s heads to make them merry men—</p>
<p class='line0'>            Singing <span class='it'>Lard-dardy day</span>!</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>And in frolics dispose of your shillings and pence,</span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Since we all shall be past it a hundred years hence,</span></p>
<p class='line0'>            <span class='it'>Merry-ton-ton-ton ta-lay</span>!</p>
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<p class='line0'>“ ’Tis a queer world, and faith! I do not lay</p>
<p class='line0'>My hat around, loose, in a domicile</p>
<p class='line0'>            Where I don’t know the way,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='230' id='Page_230'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Unless some party gives a check for it;</p>
<p class='line0'>I’ve travelled some—I have—and can’t be bit—</p>
<p class='line0'>            Singing <span class='it'>Lard-dardy day</span>!</p>
<p class='line0'>Since, despite your invention, and learning, and sense,</p>
<p class='line0'>You’ll be <span class='it'>non est inventus</span> a hundred years hence,</p>
<p class='line0'>            <span class='it'>Merry-ton-ton-ton ta-lay!</span>”</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Odds-fish!” exclaimed his Royal Majesty,</p>
<p class='line0'>“He talks full well, but as it seems to me,</p>
<p class='line0'>            According to our way,</p>
<p class='line0'>There’s a tremendous pig in this same Penn.”</p>
<p class='line0'>“Bravo, young man!” said William; “try again—</p>
<p class='line0'>            Singing <span class='it'>Lard-dardy day</span>!</p>
<p class='line0'>You have brought me a terrible one on the nob,</p>
<p class='line0'>But I bear you no malice, not being a snob,</p>
<p class='line0'>            <span class='it'>Merry-ton-ton-ton ta-lay!</span>”</p>
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<p class='line0'>And thus it is that history is writ,</p>
<p class='line0'>And thus it is good men are slandered sore</p>
<p class='line0'>            From ever till to-day.</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='231' id='Page_231'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Some writer pastes a joke; it may remain</p>
<p class='line0'>Safe in a corner from Time’s wind and rain</p>
<p class='line0'>            Till Time has rolled away.</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>So, hurrah for King Charles! and hurrah, too, for Penn!</span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>And all such and similar excellent men!</span></p>
<p class='line0'>            <span class='it'>Merry-ton-ton-ton ta-lay!</span></p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='232' id='Page_232'></span><h1>BALLAD OF THE FOXES</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There is a golden glory in my song</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As of a picture by Carpaccio,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For it is of the early morning-time</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When every man believed with tender faith</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That animals could talk—oh, lovely lore!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So, lady, listen as the lay runs on.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There was a goose, and she was travelling</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Across the land for her dyspepsia,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And at the noontide sat to rest herself</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In a small thicket, when there came along</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Two starving foxes, perishing to find</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Something which was not too-too-utter-ish</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='233' id='Page_233'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>To serve for dinner. And as they were wild</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For want of food, it was but natural</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That they should likewise be confounded cross;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh, lady, listen as the lay runs on!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And as they halted near the thicket, one</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of them observed, “If you were half as sharp</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As books make out, you would not now, I’ll bet,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Be ravenous enough to gnaw the grass.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And if you were as big, or half as big,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As you believe you are,” snarled Number Two,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“You’d be a lion of the largest size</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='it'>Minus</span> his roar, and pluck, and dignity.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh, listen, lady, as the lay runs on!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Please to observe I want no impudence</p>
<p class='dramaline'>From any fifteen-nickel quadruped</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of your peculiar shape,” snapped Number One.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And if you give me but another note</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='234' id='Page_234'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of your chin-music,” snarled out Number Two,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I’ll make a wreck of you, you wretched beast,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Beyond insurance—bet your tail on that!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh, lady, listen as the lay runs on!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“You are the champion snob of all the beasts!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And you the upper scum of all the frauds.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“You are the weathercock of infamy.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“And you the lightning-rod of falsehood’s spire.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“You are a thief!” “Ditto.” “You lie.” “I ain’t.”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Shut up, you goy!” And hearing this, the goose</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Could bear no more, but walking from the bush,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Put on expression most benevolent,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And said, “Oh, gentlemen, for shame! for shame!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ll settle this dispute: in the first place</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Let me remark, as an impartial friend——”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh, listen, lady, as the lay runs on!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>But she did not remark, because they made</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A rush at her and caught her by the throat,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='235' id='Page_235'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>And ate her up; and as they picked their teeth</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With toothpicks made of her last pin-feathers,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The first observed, and that quite affably,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“Only a goose would ever make attempt</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To settle a dispute when foxes fight”—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh, lady, listen as the lay runs on!</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“And while I have a very great respect</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For any peacemaker,” said Number Two,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I would suggest that I invariably</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Have found, if they be really honest folk</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who interfere with reprobates like us,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>They’re always eaten up; there is, I think,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>More clanship between devils any day</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Than among all the angels. Interest</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Binds us together, and howe’er we fight</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Among ourselves to ease our bitter blood,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>We do not hate each other half as much</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As we do hate the good. Neighbours who fight</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Can generally take most perfect care,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='236' id='Page_236'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Not only of themselves, but of the goose</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who sticks her bill into the fuss they make.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>This banquet now adjourns until it meets</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Another wingéd angel of the sort</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which it has just discussed—may it be soon!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Lady, this lyric runs no further on.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='237' id='Page_237'></span><h1>EST MODUS IN REBUS<br/> <span class='sub-head'><span class='sc'>a narrative of new york</span></span></h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>I would not say to man, “Don’t spread yourself</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To win the admiration of mankind,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Since he who never spreads can never shine,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And he who never shines is never seen,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And he who’s never seen is counted out</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In the great game of life; yet what is spread</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Too thin entirely, when the sun shines out</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Must soon dry up and be a fly-away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>There was a man who took his daily dine</p>
<p class='dramaline'>At a delightful <span class='it'>table d’hôte</span>, where he</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was waited on by an obedient youth,</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='238' id='Page_238'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who, as a waiter, was a paragon</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of quick politeness. He’d apologise</p>
<p class='dramaline'>If the sun shone too much, or if it rained,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And say in simple faith that he would speak</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To the proprietor and have it changed,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Then vanish like an elfin fly-away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The vulgar boarder at this <span class='it'>table d’hôte</span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was one who greatly loved to spread himself</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And play the imperial before the rest;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And finding that the waiter cushioned it,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Sat down on him severely. Every time</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He spoke he called him names, and said that he</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Forthwith would punish him in cruel wise</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Unless he tortled faster, or unless</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The steak was better cooked. And then he’d swear—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh, death and dandelions! how he would swear!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Till all the blood of all the boarders round</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was almost turned to cherry-water ice,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And each and all wished they could fly away.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='239' id='Page_239'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And yet this waiter had a fund reserved</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of pretty stout pugnacity and pride,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And every time the boarder called him “fool,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or “low-born rooster,” he would add it up</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To the preceding pile of expletives,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And think it over. He did not forget</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A single word. Of all the abusatives</p>
<p class='dramaline'>There was not one which proved a fly-away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>At last the crisis came, when one fine day,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For some imagined fault, the boarder said</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Unto the waiter, that unless he stirred</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A little quicker he would bung his eye,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And take him by the legs <span class='it'>instanter</span>-ly</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And wipe the floor with him. But with that word</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He overdrew the account. That was the fly</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which overset the camel, and the drop</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which made the pail slop over. For the youth</p>
<p class='dramaline'>On that let out his Injun. All at once</p>
<p class='dramaline'>He turned both red and white, as fat and lean</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='240' id='Page_240'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Are seen in a beefsteak before ’tis cooked,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And blew his soul out in a fly-away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“You misspelled copy of a gentleman</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With all the meaning lost!—if you dare call</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Me names again as you have often done,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I’ll bung your pallid eyes. You’ve said too much,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>So now just dwindle down. I’ve always been</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Obedient and polite, and served you well,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As you were never served by any one,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And all you ever gave me was abuse,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And all because you were a vulgar fool.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Now stop your noise, or I will sling you out</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of yonder window for a fly-away!”</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>The boarder rose as if in roaring wrath,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The waiter jerked his linen jacket off</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And fairly danced about in gypsy style,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Impatient for a fight. But then the guest</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='241' id='Page_241'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>As if with self-command restrained himself,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And said to the assembled company,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“There must be lines in all society</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To regulate our conduct. Lines, I say,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which separate us from the vulgar herd,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With whom we may not fight. I draw the line</p>
<p class='dramaline'>At waiters.” Here he looked about the room</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To be applauded; but the only sound</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which rose was that of a tremendous slap</p>
<p class='dramaline'>On his own face, and then a mighty roar</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of laughter from the happy company,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For all his valour was a fly-away.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>So he sat down too terrified to speak;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And then the waiter took a dripping jug</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of ice-water and poured out every drop</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Upon his head, yea, water, ice, and all;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And then that boarder burst in bitter tears,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And blubbered like a boy, while all the room</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Rang with redoubled laughter. Then a guest</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='242' id='Page_242'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Proposed a vote of thanks to him who had</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Put down a public nuisance, and the next</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Passed round a hat and took collection up</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To give the waiter as a small reward</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For punishing a coward. Then he rose,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And since that hour has been a fly-away.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='243' id='Page_243'></span><h1>THE MASHER</h1></div>
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<p class='pindent'>The word to “mash,” in the sense of causing love or attracting by a glance or
fascinating look, came into ordinary slang from the American stage. Thus an actress
was often fined for “mashing” or smiling at men in the audience. It was introduced by
the well-known gypsy family of actors, C., among whom Romany was habitually spoken.
The word “masher” or “mash” means in that tongue to allure, delude, or entice.
It was doubtless much aided in its popularity by its quasi-identity with the English
word. A girl could be called a masher as she could be called a man-killer, or killing.
But there can be no doubt as to the gypsy origin of “mash” as used on the stage. I
am indebted for this information to the late well-known <span class='it'>impresario</span> Palmer of New
York, and I made a note of it years before the term had become at all popular.</p>
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<p class='line0'>It was in the Indian summer-time, when life is tender brown,</p>
<p class='line0'>And people in the country talk of going into town,</p>
<p class='line0'>When the nights are crisp and cooling, though the sun is warm by day,</p>
<p class='line0'>In the home-like town of Glasgow, in the State of Iowa;</p>
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<p class='line0'>It was in the railroad deepô of that greatly-favoured zone,</p>
<p class='line0'>That a young man met a stranger, who was still not all unknown,</p>
<p class='line0'>For they had run-countered casual in riding in the car,</p>
<p class='line0'>And the latter to the previous had offered a cigar.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='244' id='Page_244'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>Now as the primal gentleman was nominated Gale,</p>
<p class='line0'>It follows that the secondary man was Mr. Dale;</p>
<p class='line0'>This is called poetic justice when arrangements fit in time,</p>
<p class='line0'>And Fate allows the titles to accommodate in rhyme.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And a lovely sense of autumn seemed to warble in the air;</p>
<p class='line0'>Boys with baskets selling peaches were vibratin’ everywhere,</p>
<p class='line0'>While in the mellow distance folks were gettin’ in their corn,</p>
<p class='line0'>And the biggest yellow punkins ever seen since you were born.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now a gradual sensation emotioned this our Gale,</p>
<p class='line0'>That he’d seldom seen so fine a man for cheek as Mr. Dale;</p>
<p class='line0'>Yet simultaneous he felt that he was all the while</p>
<p class='line0'>The biggest dude and cock-a-hoop within a hundred mile.</p>
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<p class='line0'>For the usual expression of his quite enormous eyes</p>
<p class='line0'>Was that of two ripe gooseberries who’ve been decreed a prize;</p>
<p class='line0'>Like a goose apart from berries, too—though not removed from sauce—</p>
<p class='line0'>He conversed on lovely Woman as if he were all her boss.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='245' id='Page_245'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>Till, in fact, he stated plainly that, between his face and cash,</p>
<p class='line0'>There was not a lady living whom he was not sure to mash;</p>
<p class='line0'>The wealthiest, the loveliest, of families sublime,</p>
<p class='line0'>At just a single look from him must all give in in time.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now when our Dale had got along so far upon the strain,</p>
<p class='line0'>They saw a Dream of Loveliness descending from the train,</p>
<p class='line0'>A proud and queenly beauty of a transcendental face,</p>
<p class='line0'>With gloves unto her shoulders, and the most expensive lace.</p>
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<p class='line0'>All Baltimore and New Orleans seemed centered into one,</p>
<p class='line0'>As if their stars of beauty had been fused into a sun;</p>
<p class='line0'>But, oh! her frosty dignity expressed a kind of glow</p>
<p class='line0'>Like sunshine when thermometers show thirty grades below.</p>
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<p class='line0'>But it flashed a gleam of shrewdness into the head of Gale,</p>
<p class='line0'>And with aggravatin’ humour he exclaimed to Mr. Dale,</p>
<p class='line0'>“Since every girl’s a cricket-ball and you’re the only bat,</p>
<p class='line0'>If you want to show you’re champion, go in and mash on that.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='246' id='Page_246'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>“I will bet a thousand dollars, and plank them on the rub,</p>
<p class='line0'>That if you try it thither, you will catch a lofty snub.</p>
<p class='line0'>I don’t mean but what a lady may reply to what you say,</p>
<p class='line0'>But I bet you cannot win her into wedding in a day.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>A singular emotion enveloped Mr. Dale;</p>
<p class='line0'>One would say he seemed confuseled, for his countenance was pale:</p>
<p class='line0'>At first there came an angry look, and when that look did get,</p>
<p class='line0'>He larft a wild and hollow larf, and said, “I take the debt.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“The brave deserve the lovely—every woman may be won;</p>
<p class='line0'>What men have fixed before us may by other men be done.</p>
<p class='line0'>You will lose your thousand dollars. For the first time in my life</p>
<p class='line0'>I have gazed upon a woman whom I wish to make my wife.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Like a terrier at a rabbit, with his hat upon his eyes</p>
<p class='line0'>Mr. Dale, the awful masher, went head-longing at the prize,</p>
<p class='line0'>Looking rather like a party simply bent to break the peace,</p>
<p class='line0'>Mr. Gale, with smiles, expected just a yell for the police.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='247' id='Page_247'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>Oh! what are women made of? Oh! what can women be?</p>
<p class='line0'>From Eves to Jersey Lilies what bewildering sights we see!</p>
<p class='line0'>One listened on the instant to all the Serpent said;</p>
<p class='line0'>The other paid attention right away to Floral Ned.</p>
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<p class='line0'>With a blow as with a hammer the intruder broke the ice,</p>
<p class='line0'>And the proud and queenly beauty seemed to think it awful nice.</p>
<p class='line0'>Mr. Gale, as he beheld it, with a trembling heart began</p>
<p class='line0'>To realise he really was a most astonished man.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Shall I tell you how he wooed her? shall I tell you how he won?</p>
<p class='line0'>How they had a hasty wedding ere the evening was done?</p>
<p class='line0'>For when all things were considered, the fond couple thought it best—</p>
<p class='line0'>Such things are not uncommon in the wild and rapid West.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Dale obtained the thousand dollars, and then vanished with the dream.</p>
<p class='line0'>Gale stayed in town with sorrow, like a spoon behind the cream;</p>
<p class='line0'>Till one morning in the paper he read, though not in rhymes,</p>
<p class='line0'>How a certain blooming couple had been married fifty times!</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='248' id='Page_248'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>How they wandered o’er the country; how the bridegroom used to bet</p>
<p class='line0'>He would wed the girl that evening,—how he always pulled the debt;</p>
<p class='line0'>How his eyes were large and greensome; how, in fact, to end the tale,</p>
<p class='line0'>Their very latest victim was a fine young man named Gale.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='249' id='Page_249'></span><h1>ARIZONA JOHN</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>When in a situation it always pays the best</p>
<p class='line0'>To have your wits about you, for it helps the interest;</p>
<p class='line0'>And a man gets so encouraged by succeedin’ when he tries,</p>
<p class='line0'>That the more you crowd him downward, the more he’s bound to rise.</p>
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<p class='line0'>As when near Tres Alamos, while workin’ at his mine,</p>
<p class='line0'>John Lyons, late of Tombstone, without the least design</p>
<p class='line0'>To involve himself whatever in any kind of tricks,</p>
<p class='line0'>Got inside an unprovided and a most unpleasant fix.</p>
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<p class='line0'>John Lyons, late of Tombstone, had but just put in a blast,</p>
<p class='line0'>When he saw four buck Apaches approximatin’ fast</p>
<p class='line0'>Upon their headlong horses in a rackaloose career,</p>
<p class='line0'>And every one preceded by a long projectin’ spear:</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='250' id='Page_250'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>He had planted all the powder, and was just atop the shaft,</p>
<p class='line0'>While the foemen kept a-comin’ like as they was telegrapht.</p>
<p class='line0'>To run was to be taken, and to stay was to be slew—</p>
<p class='line0'>And in such a situation how-whatever could he do?</p>
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<p class='line0'>Bein’ quick upon the trigger Lyons did not stop to choose,</p>
<p class='line0'>For a match was in his fingers, so he lighted up the fuse,</p>
<p class='line0'>And dropped behind a boulder for to disabuse their aim,</p>
<p class='line0'>When at him like a sheriff’s writ full dig the Injuns came.</p>
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<p class='line0'>He had timed the fuse so nicely that the ’Paches reached the rock</p>
<p class='line0'>Exactly at the nick of the explosionary shock:</p>
<p class='line0'>Bang! How the big rock busted as the powder gave a flare!</p>
<p class='line0'>While a rain of stones and gravel went a-thunderin’ through the air.</p>
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<p class='line0'>It was four red Apaches who also had a rise,</p>
<p class='line0'>And started for the hunting-grounds on horseback thro’ the skies;</p>
<p class='line0'>Or as if they had the notion, but recalled it there and then,</p>
<p class='line0'>For they speedily descended as four non-existent men.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='251' id='Page_251'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>John Lyons, late of Tombstone, just down behind his rock,</p>
<p class='line0'>Escaped the influential effect of such a shock,</p>
<p class='line0'>And examinin’ the prospect, he very plainly sees</p>
<p class='line0'>He has worked the blast quite perfect—likewise slammed his enemies.</p>
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<p class='line0'>When narratin’ the adventure which I’ve chanted in my song,</p>
<p class='line0'>If he terms them “blasted Injuns” no one calls his language strong—</p>
<p class='line0'>For their hopes were surely blasted which they fondly reckoned on,</p>
<p class='line0'>And with patent giant-powder by this Arizona John.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='252' id='Page_252'></span><h1>THE BALLAD OF CHARITY</h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>It was in a pleasant deepô, sequestered from the rain,</p>
<p class='line0'>That many weary passengers were waitin’ for the train;</p>
<p class='line0'>Piles of quite expensive baggage, many a gorgeous portmantó,</p>
<p class='line0'>Ivory-handled umberellas made a most touristic show.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Whereunto there came a person, very humble was his mien,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who took an observation of the interestin’ scene;</p>
<p class='line0'>Closely scanned the umberellas, watched with joy the mighty trunks,</p>
<p class='line0'>And observed that all the people were securin’ Pullman bunks:</p>
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<p class='line0'>Who was followed shortly after by a most unhappy tramp,</p>
<p class='line0'>Upon whose features poverty had jounced her iron stamp;</p>
<p class='line0'>And to make a clear impression as bees sting you while they buzz,</p>
<p class='line0'>She had hit him rather harder than she generally does.</p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='pageno' title='253' id='Page_253'></span></p>
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<p class='line0'>For he was so awful ragged, and in parts so awful bare,</p>
<p class='line0'>That the folks were quite repulsioned to behold him begging there;</p>
<p class='line0'>And instead of drawing currency from out their pocket-books,</p>
<p class='line0'>They drew themselves asunder with aversionary looks.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Sternly gazed the first newcomer on the unindulgent crowd,</p>
<p class='line0'>Then in tones which pierced the deepô he solilicussed aloud:—</p>
<p class='line0'>“I hev trevelled o’er this cont’nent from Quebec to Bogotáw,</p>
<p class='line0'>But setch a set of scallawags as these I never saw.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Ye are wealthy, ye are gifted, ye have house and lands and rent,</p>
<p class='line0'>Yet unto a suff’rin’ mortal ye will not donate a cent;</p>
<p class='line0'>Ye expend your missionaries to the heathen and the Jew,</p>
<p class='line0'>But there isn’t any heathen that is half as small as you.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Ye are lucky—ye hev cheque-books and deeposits in the bank,</p>
<p class='line0'>And ye squanderate your money on the titled folks of rank;</p>
<p class='line0'>The onyx and the sardonyx upon your garments shine,</p>
<p class='line0'>An’ ye drink at every dinner p’r’aps a dollar’s wuth of wine.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Ye are goin’ for the summer to the islands by the sea,</p>
<p class='line0'>Where it costs four dollars daily—setch is not for setch as me;</p>
<p class='line0'>Iv’ry-handled umberellers do not come into my plan,</p>
<p class='line0'>But I kin give a dollar to this suff’rin’ fellow-man.</p>
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<p class='line0'>“Hand-bags made of Rooshy leather are not truly at my call,</p>
<p class='line0'>Yet in the eyes of Mussy I am richer ’en you all,</p>
<p class='line0'>For I kin give a dollar wher’ you dare not stand a dime,</p>
<p class='line0'>And never miss it nother, nor regret it any time.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>Sayin’ this he drew a wallet from the inner of his vest,</p>
<p class='line0'>And gave the tramp a daddy, which it was his level best;</p>
<p class='line0'>Other people havin’ heard him soon to charity inclined—</p>
<p class='line0'>One giver soon makes twenty if you only get their wind.</p>
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<p class='line0'>The first who gave the dollar led the other one about,</p>
<p class='line0'>And at every contribution he a-raised a joyful shout,</p>
<p class='line0'>Exclaimin’ how ’twas noble to relieviate distress,</p>
<p class='line0'>And remarkin’ that our duty is our present happiness.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Thirty dollars altogether were collected by the tramp,</p>
<p class='line0'>When he bid ’em all good evenin’ and went out into the damp,</p>
<p class='line0'>And was followed briefly after by the one who made the speech,</p>
<p class='line0'>And who showed by good example how to practise as to preach.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Which soon around the corner the couple quickly met,</p>
<p class='line0'>And the tramp produced the specie for to liquidate his debt;</p>
<p class='line0'>And the man who did the preachin’ took his twenty of the sum,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which you see that out of thirty left a tenner for the bum.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And the couple passed the summer at Bar Harbour with the rest,</p>
<p class='line0'>Greatly changed in their appearance and most elegantly dressed.</p>
<p class='line0'>Any fowl with change of feathers may a brilliant bird become:</p>
<p class='line0'>Oh, how hard is life for many! oh, how sweet it is for some!</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='256' id='Page_256'></span><h1>MULTUM IN PARVO</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>“Great thoughts are oft expressed in fewest words,”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And I remember how long years ago,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When a great lady in her diary</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of a short visit to the Scottish land,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Recorded of a sorrowful event,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“To-day poor little Vicky, by mischance,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Sat on a wasps’ nest.” All the newspapers</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Declared it was a perfect masterpiece</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of excellent conciseness. Yet I think</p>
<p class='dramaline'>It was outdone by a Red Indian—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>One of the Quoddy tribe—who did the same;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Since he, like “little Vicky,” also sat</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Upon a seat as hot; and when he rose,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Briefly exclaimed in his vernacular:—</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='257' id='Page_257'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>“<span class='it'>H’lam-kikqu’!</span>” and being asked what this</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Might mean, responded in the English tongue:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“<span class='it'>Heap hell!</span>” O reader! if the soul of wit</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Be brevity, this Indian was there.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='258' id='Page_258'></span><h1>THE ORGANIST OF BERGAMO</h1></div>
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<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>“For blowing is not playing on the flute,</p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>To do that well you must put fingers to’t.”</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;font-size:.8em;'><span class='sc'>German Proverb.</span></p>
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<p class='line0'>This is a Merry Tale of Bergamo.</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line0'>It chanced in Fifteen Hundred Twenty-Eight</p>
<p class='line0'>[As I do find the fact recorded in</p>
<p class='line0'>A pleasing book of Sixteen Thirty-Six</p>
<p class='line0'>Entitled <span class='it'>Scelta di Facetie</span>—</p>
<p class='line0'>A little yellow, quaint, italic tome,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which looks as if it were behind the age,</p>
<p class='line0'>And would have been black letter if it could]</p>
<p class='line0'>That in fair Venice raged a pestilence</p>
<p class='line0'>Whereof in time full many people died,</p>
<p class='line0'>And among these a trusty servitor</p>
<p class='line0'>Who blew the bellows for the organist</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='259' id='Page_259'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>All in the great Cathedral of Saint Mark,</p>
<p class='line0'>Whose billowy pavement truly seems to roll</p>
<p class='line0'>In time and measure with the music sweet,</p>
<p class='line0'>So perfect were the harmonies of Art</p>
<p class='line0'>Which men imagined in the olden time.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now as this man had died while at his work,</p>
<p class='line0'>Even while blowing a <span class='it'>Magnificat</span></p>
<p class='line0'>All in the holy church, it was adjudged</p>
<p class='line0'>That he almost deserved to be a saint.</p>
<p class='line0'>And he who preached the sermon over him</p>
<p class='line0'>Said that “his soul had risen on the notes</p>
<p class='line0'>Of the grand anthem which he had inspired,</p>
<p class='line0'>And having reached the Music all divine</p>
<p class='line0'>Had softly sunk, as light is lost in light,</p>
<p class='line0'>Into the pure Celestial.” Here he stopped.</p>
<p class='line0'>Men were great preachers in the olden time.</p>
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<p class='line0'>It happened that a certain Giannolo,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Facchino Bergamasco</span>, or a man</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='260' id='Page_260'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>From Bergamo, a porter by his trade,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who carried heavy burdens, yet withal</p>
<p class='line0'>Was not o’erburdened with a load of wit,</p>
<p class='line0'>Hearing this sermon, got it in his head—</p>
<p class='line0'>And no great wonder either—that the late</p>
<p class='line0'>Departed bellows-blower must have been</p>
<p class='line0'>The Chief Musician of the Holy House;</p>
<p class='line0'>And knowing that the man who bloweth up</p>
<p class='line0'>A pair of bagpipes also is the one</p>
<p class='line0'>Who plays upon the same—drew inference</p>
<p class='line0'>That the deceased was the true organist,</p>
<p class='line0'>And he who played thereon his humble aid,</p>
<p class='line0'>Who only worked to keep the tune in time.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Now being smitten with a deep desire</p>
<p class='line0'>To rise in life and also to be called</p>
<p class='line0'>A Child of Art—with a nice salary—</p>
<p class='line0'>And have a sermon preached o’er him when dead,</p>
<p class='line0'>Giannolo unto the Bishop went,</p>
<p class='line0'>And made a great entreaty to be placed</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='261' id='Page_261'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Among the holy followers of Saint Mark,</p>
<p class='line0'>And that the aim of his ambition was</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Alzare i mantici quando suonava</span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>gli organi</span>—that’s to say:</p>
<p class='line0'>“To lift the bellows when the organ played.”</p>
<p class='line0'>And as he was a stout and lusty knave</p>
<p class='line0'>Who might be useful in a hundred ways,</p>
<p class='line0'>They gladly took him on, so there he stayed</p>
<p class='line0'>Blowing the bellows faithfully in time.</p>
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<p class='line0'>I ween there is not in all Italy</p>
<p class='line0'>A man—unless he came from Bergamo—</p>
<p class='line0'>Who could have blown an organ seven years</p>
<p class='line0'>In the full faith that he was playing it,</p>
<p class='line0'>And was indeed the real organist.</p>
<p class='line0'>Yet this, in fact, unless the legend lies,</p>
<p class='line0'>Was what befell Giannolo. By this time,</p>
<p class='line0'>Having laid by a very handsome sum,</p>
<p class='line0'>And being well attired though modestly,</p>
<p class='line0'>As is becoming to a Son of Art,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='262' id='Page_262'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>He went a-visiting his native place,</p>
<p class='line0'>Where all who were related unto him—</p>
<p class='line0'>That is to say about one-half the town—</p>
<p class='line0'>Did greatly marvel at his handsome clothes</p>
<p class='line0'>And at his air of stately dignity,</p>
<p class='line0'>But most of all when he informed them that</p>
<p class='line0'>He was no more a porter: he had felt</p>
<p class='line0'>Immortal longings in him to arise</p>
<p class='line0'>Above that vulgar calling, and to soar</p>
<p class='line0'>“ ’Mid palpitations sweet and pleasures soft,</p>
<p class='line0'>The manifestations of that beauteous life</p>
<p class='line0'>Diffused unseen throughout eternal Space”</p>
<p class='line0'>Which men call Music; and that he had risen</p>
<p class='line0'>Even to a monthly salary of ten francs,</p>
<p class='line0'>Wherewith were many pleasing perquisites;</p>
<p class='line0'>And that he played the organ in Saint Mark’s,</p>
<p class='line0'>As all the world allowed, in perfect time.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Up rose a buzz of strangest wonderment,</p>
<p class='line0'>Or, as ’tis writ, <span class='it'>Di che restarono</span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='263' id='Page_263'></span></p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Più maravigliati</span>; for they all</p>
<p class='line0'>Were much amazed that such a common man—</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Si vile e si rozzo</span>—such a boor—</p>
<p class='line0'>Had risen to the pinnacle of Art</p>
<p class='line0'>In Venice, where all Art was at its height,</p>
<p class='line0'>And gained the crown of glory—<span class='it'>Iddio</span>!</p>
<p class='line0'>“Ten francs a month besides the perquisites!”</p>
<p class='line0'>They bowed before him with deep reverence,</p>
<p class='line0'>Hoping he’d stay with them a little time.</p>
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<p class='line0'>Then some one spoke with hesitating tone,</p>
<p class='line0'>As if in fear to take a liberty,</p>
<p class='line0'>And said: “Your Excellence—if we might dare—</p>
<p class='line0'>Since we would celebrate the kind return</p>
<p class='line0'>Of such an Honour to our noble town,</p>
<p class='line0'>Would you not grace the occasion, and increase</p>
<p class='line0'>Our joy and sense of deep respectfulness,</p>
<p class='line0'>By playing Vespers for us in the Dome</p>
<p class='line0'>On Sunday next?” Giannolo bowed low,</p>
<p class='line0'>And in a speech adorned with many flowers,</p>
<p class='line0'>Which he had culled from sermons in Saint Mark,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='264' id='Page_264'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>Acceded gracefully to their request,</p>
<p class='line0'>And said he would be there to play, in time.</p>
<p class='line0'>When Sunday came there came with it a crowd</p>
<p class='line0'>Such as Bergamo never saw before,</p>
<p class='line0'>For in her streets and past her palaces</p>
<p class='line0'>Thousands in holiday attire swept on,</p>
<p class='line0'>And even afar there was a thundering roar,</p>
<p class='line0'>From time to time, which rolled from square to square,</p>
<p class='line0'>As when the incoming ocean, with a tide</p>
<p class='line0'>Urged by a tempest, breaks among the rocks.</p>
<p class='line0'>Yea, there were many—<span class='it'>tanto popolo</span>—</p>
<p class='line0'>All that the church would hold, and then outside</p>
<p class='line0'>A vast, impatient, brilliant multitude,</p>
<p class='line0'>Such as had ne’er been there at any time.</p>
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<p class='line0'>And at the appointed hour Giannolo came,</p>
<p class='line0'>Rising before the people in his state,</p>
<p class='line0'>Waiting awhile the appearance of the man</p>
<p class='line0'>Who was to play the organ while he—blew!</p>
<p class='line0'>And all the congregation waited too,</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='265' id='Page_265'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>All staring steadily at the great man</p>
<p class='line0'>In anxious expectation, till at last</p>
<p class='line0'>Giannolo from the pulpit cried aloud:</p>
<p class='line0'>“Where is the man who is to touch the keys?</p>
<p class='line0'>What is the use of making music, hey—</p>
<p class='line0'>And filling up the thing with melody,</p>
<p class='line0'>As I have come to do, unless there be</p>
<p class='line0'>Some one to click the bones and let it out?</p>
<p class='line0'>You don’t suppose that I can raise the wind,</p>
<p class='line0'>And steer, and sail the ship as well, my friends.</p>
<p class='line0'>Such things were ne’er beheld at any time.”</p>
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<p class='line0'>There was an instant’s silence—deep and strange;</p>
<p class='line0'>In all the great cathedral rang no sound.</p>
<p class='line0'>All stared at one another open-eyed,</p>
<p class='line0'>Or at Giannolo—just as if some power</p>
<p class='line0'>Before unknown in life had seized on them</p>
<p class='line0'>With a tremendous sense of dire amaze,</p>
<p class='line0'>Not knowing what the devil it could mean;</p>
<p class='line0'>When all at once they <span class='it'>took</span>—and from them all</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='266' id='Page_266'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>There rose a roar of laughter like a crash</p>
<p class='line0'>Of thunder, and so near it that one seemed</p>
<p class='line0'>To miss the lightning—or, as I might say,</p>
<p class='line0'>’Twas like a flash of sound—and then again</p>
<p class='line0'>It came re-echoed from the multitude</p>
<p class='line0'>Gathered outside, as the electric peal</p>
<p class='line0'>Resounds, repeated by the mountain tops.</p>
<p class='line0'>Yea, such a peal of laughter as the book</p>
<p class='line0'>Declares “at vespers ne’er was heard before,”</p>
<p class='line0'>And ne’er again will be at any time.</p>
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<p class='line0'><span class='it'>Moral.</span> I pray you think upon it well.</p>
<p class='line0'>      There are full many people in this world</p>
<p class='line0'>      Who think that they are wondrous wise in <span class='sc'>art</span>,</p>
<p class='line0'>      And who, as Critics, write about the same</p>
<p class='line0'>      In transcendental phrase with capitals,</p>
<p class='line0'>      And call it Faith, and Love, and Heaven knows what,</p>
<p class='line0'>      And cannot think of it without a gasp</p>
<p class='line0'>      And uttering phrases silly, mystical,—</p>
<p class='line0'><span class='pageno' title='267' id='Page_267'></span></p>
<p class='line0'>      Because they are the empty, windy ones,</p>
<p class='line0'>      Inflating and inflated, who but blow</p>
<p class='line0'>      The bellows of the organ, yet believe</p>
<p class='line0'>      That they are leaders in the Realm of Art!</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='268' id='Page_268'></span><h1>THE GOTH AND THE PIGEON</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Among the merry tales of olden time</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which are still current in fair Italy</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Are many told in taverns or in type</p>
<p class='dramaline'>About the rude barbarians of the North</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who cross the Alps, even as they did of yore,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When they invaded fertile Lombardy,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And helped themselves to all which pleased their eyes,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And paid for it in iron and with blood:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Those times are fled, but Northmen still are here;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>States fall, arts fade, but English yet abound,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And Austrian-Germans and Americans</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Stalk proudly through the streets with Baedeker,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or Murray, with the very gait and air</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of their barbarian ancestors—although</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='269' id='Page_269'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>They are cleaner washed and more completely shaved—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Bet high upon the latter; for as once</p>
<p class='dramaline'>They came to rob the natives of their goods,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The latter now do live by spoiling them.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus strange things do happen in this world.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Thus we may note that all these foreigners,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Be it the daintiest English dame alive,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or damsel born in fair America,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or Russians of a royal family,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or Frenchmen of the very noblest stock,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or Viennese as elegant and <span class='it'>fesch</span><SPAN name='r12'/><SPAN href='#f12' style='text-decoration:none'><sup><span style='font-size:0.9em'>[12]</span></sup></SPAN></p>
<p class='dramaline'>As even Viennese can be produced—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Wherein they wellnigh rival Baltimore—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Are still regarded by the Italian with</p>
<p class='dramaline'>A doubtful smile, who as he smiles exclaims:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“<span class='it'>Sono forestieri</span>”—which indeed</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Means “They are foreigners”—and yet the word</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='270' id='Page_270'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Comes from <span class='it'>Foresto</span>—savage—desert—wild—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And so do ancient thorns live round the rose.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus strange things do happen in the world.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now it befell that in the Lombard time</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When Dieterich-Theodoric was king,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And from Ravenna ruled all Italy,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The court religion was the Arian,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To which men nowadays an Unit add,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Yet do not add by the process—that I see—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Aught to its value; but the odd result</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was that the Gothic warriors nothing knew</p>
<p class='dramaline'>About the mystery of the Trinity,—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Nay, they were even far more ignorant</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Than was the English curate, who when asked</p>
<p class='dramaline'>What he did understand by the Holy Ghost,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Replied: “I am not sure, but I believe</p>
<p class='dramaline'>It is a kind of pigeon.” These poor Goths</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Had never learned so much as this youth knew.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus strange things do happen in the world.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='271' id='Page_271'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now it befell that once a Visigoth</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Stately, while all unconscious of his state,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And proud while nothing thinking of his pride,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Went stalking onwards through the streets of Rome,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Unheeding all the casual passers-by</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who turned to look at him—as a grave bull</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Might walk through many sheep—or as my lord</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Guy de Plantagenet just now walked by</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Before my window, where I writing sit,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In Florence—true he came <span class='it'>bien à propos</span>.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus strange things do happen in this world.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Well then, this fierce barbarian from the North,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Who as I said was densely ignorant</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of Trinitarian theology,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was not much further in the Italian tongue,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Seeing that that which he essayed to speak</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Was of the <span class='it'>pidgin</span> kind,—oh, marvel strange!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Oh, wondrous miracle!—lo, how the Muse</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Brings up that word to keep me to my tale!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Ah! what strange things do happen in this world!</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='272' id='Page_272'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now as he strode along the Roman street,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With thoughts of dinner flitting through his soul,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Lifting his eyes he saw upon a sign</p>
<p class='dramaline'>The picture of a dove with outspread wings</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Above the door of a <span class='it'>trattoria</span>,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Which means a place where you can treat yourself</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To what you want—that is, a restaurant.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And ’neath the bird he read inscribed in gold:</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='it'>Spirito Santo</span>; and he gazed at it,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And took an object-lesson, and exclaimed:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“So <span class='it'>that</span> is the Italian for a dove!</p>
<p class='dramaline'>I must remember it.” So in he went</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Repeating ever to himself the words</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“<span class='it'>Spirito Santo! Santo Spirito!</span>”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Those who o’erheard him deemed him a devout</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And fervid follower of the Trinity.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus strange things do happen in the world.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>And having sat him down, the waiter came</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And asked His Excellence what he would have;</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='273' id='Page_273'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>To which his Gothic Excellence replied:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I want a bottle of your noblest wine,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>With it a soup of highest quality,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And after that a roast San’ Spirito!”</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“A roasted—<span class='sc'>what</span>? Signore,” cried the man,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>As one who had not rightly understood,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>While all the guests around did glare amazed.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“I said,” resumed the Northern warrior,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>“A <span class='it'>Spirito Santo</span>, such as you have got</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Upon your sign outside—a <span class='it'>bird</span>, you know,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>That moves its wings like this”—and here he moved</p>
<p class='dramaline'>His bended arms like wings, both up and down,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>While with his voice he murmured <span class='it'>Coo-oo-oo!</span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or what is called in French a <span class='it'>roucoulement</span>,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or <span class='it'>girren</span> in the German. Hearing this,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>All who were present promptly understood;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And though they all were naturally polite,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And never laughed at any foreigner</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Before his face, because he erred in words,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>This was too—too—too much, and all burst out</p>
<p class='dramaline'>In a tremendous—an Homeric roar.</p>
<p class='dramaline'><span class='pageno' title='274' id='Page_274'></span></p>
<p class='dramaline'>They drew the line at pigeons; and the Goth</p>
<p class='dramaline'>When ’twas explained laughed loudest of them all;</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus it was he learned another word.</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And thus strange things do happen in the world.</p>
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<p class='pindent'>A very peculiar Viennese slang word, signifying stylish or elegant. It is supposed
to be an abbreviation of the mispronunciation of the English word fashionable—<span class='it'>Germanicé</span>,
<span class='it'>feshionable</span>.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' title='275' id='Page_275'></span><h1>REFLECTIONS IN A PRINTING-OFFICE</h1></div>
<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Faust means a fist—a fist can hit, I ween:</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Faust made the greatest hit that e’er was seen.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>I know not if ’twas Guttenberg</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Or Faust who first began</p>
<p class='dramaline'>To print—the honour was too great</p>
<p class='dramaline'>For any single man.</p>
<p class='dramaline-cont'>Printing is called the Art of Arts,</p>
<p class='dramaline'>And typos then are artists—right—</p>
<p class='dramaline'>They are the nobler counterparts</p>
<p class='dramaline'>Of those who work in Black and White.</p>
<div><span class='pageno' title='277' id='Page_277'></span><h1>APPENDIX</h1></div>
<h3 id='a2'>ORBUS IN TACTU MAINET.—P. 2</h3>
<p class='noindent'>THERE were in Philadelphia, forty years ago, two sailors’ groggeries in
Water Street, both having the sign of The Boy and Barrel, derived from
the infant Bacchus. One of these had for motto the words exactly as here
misspelt and divided.</p>
<h3>TIME FOR US TO GO.—P. 64</h3>
<p class='pindent'>In one of his admirable papers, “At the Sign of the Ship,” published
in the <span class='it'>Cornhill Magazine</span>, Mr. Andrew Lang, in discussing Sea Songs, wrote
the following:—</p>
<p class='pindent'>“In an unpublished play by Mr. Henley and Mr. R. L. Stevenson, a
play called <span class='it'>Admiral Guinea</span>, that veteran ruffian, Mr. Pew of Treasure
Island, makes his appearance. He has been a sailor of Admiral Guinea’s
in the slave trade, and he haunts the evangelical and remorseful Admiral
like an evil conscience, singing snatches of the following ‘Slaver’s Song.’
Mr. Henley has kindly copied out the whole piece, which was published
in Mr. Leland’s ‘Captain Jonas Fisher’ in <span class='it'>Temple Bar</span> about fourteen
years ago. Whether the ballad is traditional and collected by Mr. Leland,
<span class='pageno' title='278' id='Page_278'></span>
or whether to himself is due the great credit of the authorship, I am not
aware.”</p>
<p class='pindent'>Truly I am not the author of the song which I picked up in Philadelphia
before the War, nor do I know who wrote it. I am tolerably
certain, however, that I, having slightly retouched it, republished it in
<span class='it'>Temple Bar</span> as quoted. There are, however, others besides Mr. Lang who
think I wrote it, so I give it here in order to make truth known, but chiefly
because it is in keeping with other specimens of sailors’ lyrical folk-lore in
these pages, and will be acceptable to all who like such ballads.</p>
<h3 id='a99'>SAMUEL JACKSON.—P. 99</h3>
<p class='pindent'>“And of the heathen natives with their suppositious wiles.”</p>
<p class='pindent'>I once crossed the Atlantic in a sailing-vessel, sharing my state-room
with a veteran sea-captain who had been for forty years in the whaling
service. He had an inexhaustible stock of sea-folk-lore, which he freely
imparted to me who was an eager listener, and as the voyage lasted <span class='it'>thirty-five</span>
days I had opportunity to gather much. I am indebted to him for
this amusing interchange of words. When telling me that he once went
incognito to revisit his old home in Connecticut he said, “I passed under
a superstitious name.”</p>
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<p class='line' style='text-align:center;font-size:.6em;'><span class='it'>Printed by</span> <span class='sc'>R. & R. Clark</span>, <span class='it'>Edinburgh</span></p>
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<tr><td class='tab3c1 tdStyle2'>JOHN DARKER</td><td class='tab3c2 tdStyle2'>By <span class='sc'>Aubrey Lee</span>.</td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab3c1 tdStyle2'>A ROMANCE OF DIJON</td><td class='tab3c2 tdStyle2'>By <span class='sc'>M. Betham-Edwards</span>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class='tab3c1 tdStyle2'>MARGARET DRUMMOND</td><td class='tab3c2 tdStyle2'>By <span class='sc'>Sophie F. F. Veitch</span>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class='tab3c1 tdStyle2'>MY INDIAN SUMMER</td><td class='tab3c2 tdStyle2'>By Princess <span class='sc'>Altieri</span>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class='tab3c1 tdStyle2'>BORN IN EXILE</td><td class='tab3c2 tdStyle2'>By <span class='sc'>George Gissing</span>.</td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab3c1 tdStyle2'>THE GREAT CHIN EPISODE</td><td class='tab3c2 tdStyle2'>By <span class='sc'>Paul Cushing</span>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class='tab3c1 tdStyle2'>THE PHILOSOPHER’S WINDOW</td><td class='tab3c2 tdStyle2'>By Lady <span class='sc'>Lindsay</span>.</td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab3c1 tdStyle2'>CAP AND GOWN COMEDY</td><td class='tab3c2 tdStyle2'>By <span class='sc'>Ascott R. Hope</span>.</td></tr>
<tr><td class='tab3c1 tdStyle2'>UNDER TWO SKIES</td><td class='tab3c2 tdStyle2'>By <span class='sc'>E. W. Hornung</span>.</td></tr>
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<p class='line' style='font-size:1.5em;'>POETICAL</p>
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<p class='line' style='font-size:.6em;'>OF</p>
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<p class='line' style='font-size:1.2em;'>SIR WALTER SCOTT, Bart.</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line'>Selected and Edited, with Introduction and Notes,</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:.6em;'>BY</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line' style='font-size:1.2em;'>ANDREW LANG</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='line'>In 2 vols., Crown 8vo, Price 5s. in Cloth; or 6s. Half-Bound</p>
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<p class='line'>Uniform with the Dryburgh Edition of the</p>
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<p class='line' style='font-size:.8em;'>SOHO SQUARE, LONDON.</p>
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<div><h1>TRANSCRIBER NOTES</h1></div>
<p class='pindent'>Misspelled words and printer errors have been corrected.</p>
<p class='pindent'>Inconsistencies in punctuation have been maintained.</p>
<p class='line'> </p>
<p class='noindent'>[The end of <span class='it'>Songs of the Sea and Lays of the
Land</span>, by Charles Godfrey Leland.]</p>
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