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MASTER MILLAR, aged 12 months. 6< 3 r, Harwood Sq ' “N.JV. “ Mrs. Mill ads little boy — taken the day he was a year old — -brought up on MELLIN’S FOOD till then , ” MELLIN’S FOOD BISCUITS 1 Manufactured by Carr b Co., Carlisle, specially for G. Melltn). For Children after Weaning, the Aged, and Dyspeptic. Digestive, Nourishing, Sustaining. Price 2s. and 3s. 6d. per Tin. M ELLIS'S LACTO-G LYCOSE or MILK FOOD Simply dissolved in worm water is recommended for use when fresh cow’s milk disagrees or cannot be obtained. Price 2s. and 3s. per Bottle. SHAKESPEARIAN WISDOM on the FEEDING & REARING of INFANTS. A pamphlet of quotations from Shakespeare and portraits of beautiful c ‘V^c e “; i ^ e V,’ro with uatimoniala, which are of the highett interest to all mothers, to be had with samples, tiee by post, on application to- ft. M ELLIN, MARLBORO WORKS, PECKHAM, S-E. 20,030, S. & B., 1212. MELLIN’S FOOD FOR INFANTS AND INVALIDS. P-HMDEmu MORE “BAB ” BALLADS unperson MORE “BAB” BALLADS iLlttcii *mmix antr Utttle $rnsr By W. S. GILBERT WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR LONDON GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, Limited BROADWAY, LUDGATE HILL MANCHESTER AND NEW YORK J^7>7- ! $$1 \ o * CONTENTS. Mister William The Bumboat Woman's Story The Two Ogres > Little Oliver - 1; Pasha Bailey Ben Lieutenant- Colonel Flare i Lost Mr . Blake The Baby's Vengeance The Captain and the Mermaids - Annie Protheroe. A Legend of Str atf or d-le- Bow An Unfortunate Likeness Gregory Parable , LL.D. \ The Kmg of Canoodle-dum First Love Brave Alum Be/ Sir Barnaby Bampton Boo FACE I 8 J 5 21 27 33 33 44 49 55 62 68 74 80 87 93 I I 50222 CONTENTS. PAGE The Modest Couple 98 The Martinet 104 The Sailor Boy to his Lass - - - - no The Reverend Simon Magus - - - 116 Damo?i V. Pythias - - - - - -122 My Dream 127 The Bishop of Rum-tij 00, again - - - 132 A Worm will turn 13 7 The Haughty Actor -142 The Two Majors ------ 149 Emily, John, James, and I. A Derby Legend - 154 The Perils oj Invisibility - - - - 159 Old Paul and Old Tim 164 The Mystic Salvage e 169 The Cunning Woman 175 Phrenology 180 The Fairy Curate 185 The Way oj Wooing 193 Hongree and Mahry. A Transpontine Romance. 197 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. MISTER WILLIAM. - — * — H, listen to the tale of Mister William, if you please, Whom naughty, naughty judges sent away beyond the seas. He forged a party’s will, which caused anxiety and strife, Resulting in his getting penal servitude for life. 2 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. He was a kindly goodly man, and naturally prone, Instead of taking others’ gold, to give away his own. But he had heard of Vice, and longed for only once to strike — To plan one little wickedness — to see what it was like. He argued with himself, and said, “ A spotless man am I ; I can’t be more respectable, however hard I try : For six and thirty years I ’ve always been as good as gold, And now for half an hour I ’ll plan infamy untold S “ A baby who is wicked at the early age of one, And then reforms — and dies at thirty-six a spotless son, Is never, never saddled with his babyhood’s defect, But earns from worthy men consideration and respect. “ So one who never revelled in discreditable tricks Until he reached the comfortable age of diirty-six, May then for half an hour perpetrate a deed of shame, Without incurring permanent disgrace, or even blame. “ That babies don’t commit such crimes as forgery is true, But little sins develop, if you leave ’em to accrue ; And he who shuns all vices as successive seasons roll, Should reap at length the benefit of so much self- control. MISTER WILLIAM. 3 I “The common sin of babyhood — objecting to be drest — If you leave it to accumulate at compound interest, For anything you know, may represent, if you're alive, A burglary or murder at the age of thirty-five. “Still, I wouldn’t take advantage of this fact, but be content With some pardonable folly — it’s a mere experi- ment. The greater the temptation to go wrong, the less the sin ; So with something that ’s particularly tempting I ’ll begin. “ I would not steal a penny, for my income ’s very fair — I do not want a penny — I have pennies and to spare — And if I stole a penny from a money-bag or till, The sin would be enormous — the temptation being nil ’ “ But if I broke asunder all such pettifogging bounds, And forged a party’s Will for (say) Five Hundred Thousand Pounds, With such an irresistible temptation to a haul, Of course the sin must be infinitesimally small. “ There’s W ilson who is dying — he has wealth from Stock and rent — If I divert his riches from their natural descent, 4 MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. I ’m placed in a position to indulge each little whim.” So he diverted them — and they, in turn, diverted him. Unfortunately, though, by some unpardonable flaw, Temptation isn’t recognized by Britain’s Common Law; Men found him out by some peculiarity of touch, And William got a “ lifer,” which annoyed him very much. For, ah ! he never reconciled himself to life in gaol, He fretted and he pined, and grew dispirited and pale ; He was numbered like a cabman, too, which told upon him so, That his spirits, once so buoyant, grew uncomfort- ably low. And sympathetic gaolers would remark, “ It ’s very true, He ain’t been brought up common, like the likes of me and you.” So, they took him into hospital, and gave him mutton chops, And chocolate, and arrowroot, and buns, and malt and hops. Kind Clergymen, besides, grew interested in his fate, Affected by the details of his pitiable state. They waited on the Secretary, somewhere in White- hall, Who said he would receive them any day they liked to call. MISTER WILLIAM. 5 “ Consider, sir, the hardship of this interesting case : A prison life brings with it something very like dis- grace ; It 's telling on young William, who ’s reduced to skin and bone — Remember he's a gentleman, with money of his own. “ He had an ample income, and of course he stands in need Of sherry with his dinner, and his customary weed ; No delicacies now can pass his gentlemanly lips — He misses his sea-bathing and his continental trips. rude ; He says he cannot relish uncongenial prison food. When quite a boy they taught him to distinguish Good from Bad, And other educational advantages he ’s had. 6 MORE 61 BAB ” BALLADS. “ A burglar or garotter, or, indeed, a common thief Is very glad to batten on potatoes and on beef, Or anything, in short, that prison kitchens can afford, — A cut above the diet in a common workhouse ward. “ But beef and mutton-broth don’t seem to suit our William’s whim, A boon to other prisoners — a punishment to him. It never was intended that the discipline of gaol Should dash a convict’s spirits, sir, or make him thin or pale.” cried, “ Suppose in prison fetters Mister William should have died ! Dear me, of course ! Imprisonment for Life his sentence saith : I’m very glad you mentioned it — it might have been For Death ! \ MISTER WILLIAM. 7 “ Release him with a ticket — he’ll be better then, no doubt, And tell him I apologize.” So Mister William ’s out. I hope he will be careful in his manuscripts, I ’m sure, And not begin experimentalizing any more. — >o- 8 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. THE BUMBOAT WOMAN’S STORY. I 'M old, my dears, and shrivelled with age, and work, and grief, My eyes are gone, and my teeth have been drawn by Time, the Thief! For terrible sights I ’ve seen, and dangers great I Ve run — I ’m nearly seventy now, and my work is almost done ! Ah ! I Ve been young in my time, and I ’ve played the deuce with men ! I ’m speaking of ten years past — I was barely sixty then : THE BUMBOAT WOMAN S STORY. 9 My cheeks were mellow and soft, and my eyes were large and sweet, Poll Pineapple's eyes were the standing toast of the Royal Fleet ! A bumboat w r oman was I, and I faithfully served the ships With apples and cakes, and fowls and beer, and half- penny dips, And beef for the generous mess, where the officers dine at nights, And fine fresh peppermint drops for the rollicking midshipmites. Of all the kind commanders who anchored in Ports- mouth Bay, By far the sweetest of all was kind Lieutenant Belaye. Lieutenant Belaye commanded the gunboat, Hot Cross Bun, She was seven and thirty feet in length, and she carried a gun. With the laudable view of enhancing his country’s naval pride, When people inquired her size, Lieutenant Belaye replied, “ Oh, my ship, my ship is the first of the Hundred and Seventy-ones ! ” Which meant her tonnage, but people imagined it meant her guns. io MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. Whenever I went on board he would beckon me down below, “ Come down, Little Buttercup, come ” (for he loved to call me so), And he ’d tell of the fights at sea in which he ’d taken a part, And so Lieutenant Belaye won poor Poll Pine- apple’s heart ! But at length his orders came, and he said one day, said he, “ I ’m ordered to sail with the Hot Cross Bun to the German Sea.” And the Portsmouth maidens wept when they learnt the evil day, For every Portsmouth maid loved good Lieutenant Belaye. And I went to a back back street, with plenty of cheap cheap shops, And I bought an oilskin hat, and a second-hand suit of slops, And I went to Lieutenant Belaye (and he never suspected me!) And I entered myself as a chap as wanted to go to sea. We sailed that afternoon at the mystic hour of one, — Remarkably nice young men were the crew of the Hot Cross Bun . I ’m sorry to say that I Ve heard that sailors some- times swear, But I never yet heard a Bun say anything wrong, I declare. THE BUMBOAT WOMAN’S STORY. II When Jack Tars meet, they meet with a “ Messmate, ho! What cheer?” But here, on the Hot Cross Bun , it was “How do you do, my dear ? ” When Jack Tars growl, I believe they growl with a big big D— *■ But the strongest oath of the Hot Cross Buns was a mild “ Dear me ! ” Yet, though they were all well-bred, you could scarcely call them slick : Whenever a sea was on, they were all extremely sick ; And whenever the weather was calm, and the wind was light and fair, They spent more time than a sailor should on his back back hair. 12 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. They certainly shivered and shook when ordered aloft to run, And they screamed when Lieutenant Belaye dis- charged his only gun. And as he was proud of his gun — such pride is hardly wrong — The Lieutenant was blazing away at intervals all day long. They all agreed very well, though at times you heard it said That Bill had a way of his own of making his lips look red — That Joe looked quite his age — or somebody might declare That Barnacle’s long pig-tail was never his own own hair. Belaye would admit that his men were of no great use to him, “ But then,” he would say, “ there is little to do on a gunboat trim. I can hand, and reef, and steer, and fire my big gun too — , And it is such a treat to sail with a gentle well-bred crew.” I saw him every day ! How the happy moments sped ! Reef topsails ! Make all taut ! There ’s dirty weather ahead ! THE BUMBOAT WOMAN'S STORY. 13 (I do not mean that tempests threatened the Hot Cross Bnn : In that case, I don’t know whatever we should have done !) After a fortnight’s cruise, we put into port one day, And off on leave for a week went kind Lieutenant Belaye, And after a long long week had passed (and it seemed like a life), Lieutenant Belaye returned to his ship with a fair young wife ! He up, and he says, says he, “ O crew of the Hot Cross Bnn, Here is the wife of my heart, for the Church has made us one ! ” And as he uttered the word, the crew went out of their wits, And all fell down in so many separate fainting fits. And then their hair came down, or off, as the case might be, And lo ! the rest of the crew were simple girls, like me, Who all had fled from their homes in a sailor’s blue array, To follow the shifting fate of kind Lieutenant Belaye. 2 14 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. It ’s strange to think that / should ever have loved young men, But I ; m speaking of ten years past — I was barely sixty then, And now my cheeks are furrowed with grief and age, I trow ! And poor Poll Pineapple’s eyes have lost their lustre now ! THE TWO OGRES. 15 THE TWO OGRES. G OOD children, list, if you ’re inclined, And wicked children too — This pretty ballad is designed Especially for you. Two ogres dwelt in Wickham Wold, One grown up — one a lad : The younger was as good as gold, The elder one was bad. A wicked, disobedient son Was James Me Alpine, and A contrast to the younger one, Good Applebody Bland. MORE (i BAB ” BALLADS. Me Alpine — brutes like him are few — In greediness delights, A melancholy victim to Unchastened appetites. Good, well-bred children every day He ravenously ate, — All boys were fish who found their way Into Me Alpine’s net : Boys whose good breeding is innate, Whose sums are always right ; And boys who don’t expostulate When sent to bed at night ; And kindly boys who never search The nests of birds of song ; And serious boys for whom, in church, No sermon is too long. Contrast with James’s greedy haste And comprehensive hand, The nice discriminating taste Of Applebody Bland. Bland only eats bad boys, who swear — Who can behave, but don't — Disgraceful lads who say “ don’t care,” And “ shan’t,” and “ can’t,” and “ won’t.” Who wet their shoes and learn to box, And say what isn’t true, Who bite their nails and jam their frocks, And make long noses too ; THE TWO OGRES. Who kick a nurse’s aged shin, And sit in sulky mopes : And boys who twirl poor kittens in Distracting zoetropes. But James, before he grew so big, Had often been to school, And though, of course, a reckless pig, He wasn’t quite a fool. At logic few with him could vie ; To his peculiar sect He could propose a fallacy With singular effect. So, when his Mentors said, “You hound, Why eat good children — why ? ” Upon his Mentors he would round With this absurd reply : 1 8 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. “ I have been taught to love the good— The pure — the unalloyed — And wicked boys, I ’ve understood, I always should avoid. “ Why do I eat good children — why ? Because I love them so ! ” (But this was empty sophistry, As your Papa can show.) Now, though the learning of his friends Was truly not immense, They had a way of fitting ends By rule of common sense. “ Away, away ! ” his Mentors cried, “ Thou uncongenial pest ! A quirk ’s a thing we can’t abide, A quibble we detest ! “ A fallacy in your reply Our intellect descries, Although we don’t pretend to spy Exactly where it lies. “In misery, unworthy son, Must end a glutton’s joys ; And learn how ogres punish one Who dares to eat good boys. “ Secured by fetter, cramp, and chain, And gagged securely — so — You shall be placed in Drury Lane, Where only good lads go. THE TWO OGRES. 19 “ Surrounded there by virtuous boys. You ’ll suffer torture wus Than that which constantly annoys Disgraceful Tantalus. (“ If you would learn the woes that vex Poor Tantalus, down there, Pray borrow of Papa an ex- Purgated Lempriere.) “ But as for Applebody Bland, Who only eats the bad, A fitting recompense we ’ve planned For that deserving lad. 20 MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. “ Where naughty boys in crowds are stowed He shall unquestioned rule, And have the run of Hackney Road Reformatory 5011001 .” LITTLE OLIVER. 21 LITTLE OLIVER. ARL JOYCE he was a kind old party Whom nothing ever could put out, Though eighty-two, he still was hearty, Excepting as regarded gout. He had one unexampled daughter, The Lady Minnie-haha Joyce, Fair Minnie-haha, “ Laughing Water,” So called from her melodious voice. By Nature planned for lover-capture, Her beauty every heart assailed ; The good old nobleman with rapture Observed how widely she prevailed. 22 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. Aloof from all the lordly dockings Of titled swells who worshipped her, There stood, in pumps and cotton stockings, One humble lover — Oliver. He was no peer by Fortune petted, His name recalled no bygone age ; He was no lordling coronetted — Alas ! he was a simple page ! With vain appeals he never bored her, But stood in silent sorrow by— He knew how fondly he adored her, And knew, alas ! how hopelessly ! Well grounded by a village tutor In languages alive and past, He ’d say unto himself, “ Knee-suitor, Oh, do not go beyond your last ! ” But though his name could boast no handle, He could not every hope resign ; As moths will hover round a candle, So hovered he about her shrine. The brilliant candle dazed the moth well : One day she sang to her Papa The air that Marie sings with Bothwell I n Neidermever’s opera. (Therein a stable boy, it’s stated, Devoutly loved a noble dame, And that the dame reciprocated Plis rather injudicious flame.) LITTLE OLIVER. And then, before the piano dosing (He listened coyly at the door) She sang a song of her composing — I give one verse from half a score i Ballad. \ Why , pretty page , art ever sighing ? Is sorroiv in thy heartlet lying ? Come , set a-ringing Thy laugh entrancing , And ever singing And ever dancing. Ever singing , Tra ! la ! la ! Ever dancing , Tra ! la ! la ! Ever singing, ever dancing , Ever singing, Tra ! la ! la ! He skipped for joy like little muttons, He danced like Esmeralda’s kid (She did not mean a boy in buttons, Although he fancied that she did). 24 MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. Poor lad ! convinced he thus would win her, He wore out many pairs of soles ; He danced when taking down the dinner — He danced when bringing up the coals. He danced and sang (however laden) With his incessant “ Tra ! la ! la ! ” Which much surprised the noble maiden, And puzzled even her Papa. He nourished now his flame and fanned it, He even danced at work below. At length the servants wouldn't stand it, And Bowles the butler told him so. At length on impulse acting blindly, His love he laid completely bare ; The gentle Earl received him kindly, And told the lad to take a chair. LITTLE OLIVER. “ Ob, sir/’ the suitor uttered sadly, “ Don’t give your indignation vent ; I fear you think I ’m acting madly, Perhaps you think me insolent ? ” The kindly Earl repelled the notion ; His noble bosom heaved a sigh, His fingers trembled with emotion, A tear stood in his mild blue eye. For, oh ! the scene recalled too plainly The half-forgotten time when he, A boy of nine, had worshipped vainly A governess of forty-three ! “ My boy,” he said, his hands still wringing, “ Give: up this idle fancy — do — The ballad that you heard her singing Did not, indeed, refer to you. “ I feel for you, poor boy, acutely ; I would not wish to give you pain ; Your pangs I estimate minutely, — I, too, have loved, and loved in vain. “ But still your humble rank and station For Minnie surely are not meet” — He said much more in conversation Which it were needless to repeat. Now I’m prepared to bet a guinea, Were this a mere dramatic case, The page would have eloped with Minnie, But, no — he only left his place. 2 6 MORE “BAB BALLADS. The simple Truth is my detective, With me Sensation can’t abide ; ' The Likely beats the mere Effective, And Nature is my only guide. PASHA BAILEY BEN. 27 PASHA BAILEY BEN. A PROUD Pasha was Bailey Ben, His wives were three, his tails were ten, His form was dignified, but stout, Men called him “ Little Roundabout.” His Importance . Pale Pilgrims came from o’er the sea To wait on Pasha Bailey B., All bearing presents in a crowd, For B. was poor as well as proud. MORE “BAB” BALLADS. His Presents . They brought him onions strung on ropes, And cold boiled beef, and telescopes, And balls of string, and shrimps, and guns, And chops, and tacks, and hats, and buns. More of them . They brought him white kid gloves, and pails, And candlesticks, and potted quails, And capstan-bars, and scales and weights, And ornaments for empty grates. Why I mention these . My tale is not of these — oh, no ! I only mention them to show The divers gifts that divers men Brought o’er the sea to Bailey Ben. His Confidant . A confidant had Bailey B., A gay Mongolian dog was he ; I am not good at Turkish names, And so I call him Simple James. His Confidant's Countenance. A dreadful legend you might trace In Simple James’s honest face, For there you read, in Nature’s print, “A Scoundrel of the Deepest Tint.” PASHA BAILEY BEN. 29 His Character . A deed of blood, or fire, or flames, Was meat and drink to Simple James ! To hide his guilt he did not plan, But owned himself a bad young man. 30 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. The Author to his Reader . And why on earth good Bailey Ben (T he wisest, noblest, best of men) Made Simple James his right-hand man Is quite beyond my mental span. The same , continued. But there — enough of gruesome deeds ! My heart, in thinking of them, bleeds And so let Simple James take wing, — ’T is not of him I ; m going to sing. The Pasha's Clerk . Good Pasha Bailey kept a clerk (For Bailey only made his mark), His name was Matthew Wycombe Coo, A man of nearly forty-two. His Accomplishments. No person that I ever knew Could “ yodel ” half as well as Coo ; And Highlanders exclaimed, “ Ah, weel ! ” When Coo began to dance a reel. His Kindness to the PashcCs Wives. He used to dance and sing and play In such an unaffected way, He cheered the unexciting lives Of Pasha Bailey’s lovely wives. PASHA BAILEY BEN. 31 The Author to his Reader. But why should I encumber you With histories of Matthew Coo ? Let Matthew Coo at once take wing, — 3 T is not of Coo I ’m going to sing. The Author’s Muse. Let me recall my wandering Muse ; She shall be steady if I choose — She roves, instead of helping me To tell the deeds of Bailey B. One morning knocked, at half-past eight, A tall Red Indian at his gate. In Turkey, as you ’re p’raps aware, Red Indians are extremely rare. MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. Mocassins decked his graceful legs, His eyes were black, and round as eggs, And on his neck, instead of beads, Hung several Catawampous seeds. “ Ho, ho ! ” he said, thou pale-faced one, Poor offspring of an Eastern sun, You ’ve never seen the Red Man skip Upon the banks of Mississip ! ” To say that Bailey oped his eyes Would feebly paint his great surprise — To say it almost made him die Would be to paint it much too high. But why should I ransack my head To tell you all that Indian said We'll let the Indian man take wing, — ; T is not of him I ’m going to sing. The Reader to the Author. Come, come, I say, that’s quite enough Of this absurd disjointed stuff; Now t let's get on to that affair About Lieutenant-Colonel Flare. LIEUTENANT-COLONEL FLARE. 3 LIEUTENANT-COLONEL FLARE, T HE earth has armies plenty, And semi-warlike bands, I dare say there are twenty In European lands ; But, oh ! in no direction You ’d find one to compare In brotherly affection With that of Colonel Flare. His soldiers might be rated As military Pearls : As unsophisticated As pretty little girls ! 34 MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. They never smoked or ratted, Or talked of Sues or Polls ; The Sergeant-Major tatted, The others nursed their dolls. He spent the days in teaching These truly solemn facts : There ? s little use in preaching, Or circulating tracts. (The vainest plan invented For laying other creeds, Unless it ; s supplemented With charitable deeds.) He taught his soldiers kindly To give at Hunger’s call : “ Oh, better far give blindly Than never give at all ! Though sympathy be kindled By Imposition’s game, Oh, better far be swindled Than smother up its flame ! ” His means were far from ample For pleasure or for dress, Yet note this bright example Of single-heartedness : Though ranking as a Colonel, His pay was but a groat, While their reward diurnal Was — each a five-pound note. LIEUTENANT-COLONEL FLARE. Moreover, — this evinces His kindness, you’ll allow, — He fed them all like princes, And lived himself on cow. He set them all regaling On curious wines, and dear, While he would sit pale-ale-ing Or quaffing ginger-beer. Then at his instigation (A pretty fancy this) Their daily pay and ration They’d always change for his ; They brought it to him weekly, And he without a groan Would take it from them meekly, And give them all his own ! Though not exactly knighted As knights, of course, should be, Yet no one so delighted In harmless chivalry. If peasant girl or ladye Beneath misfortunes sank, Whatever distinctions made he, They were not those of rank. No maiden young and comely Who wanted good advice (However poor or homely) Need ask him for it twice. 3 6 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. He ’d wipe away the blindness That comes of teary dew ; His sympathetic kindness No sort of limit knew. He always hated dealing With men who schemed or planned A person harsh — unfeeling — The Colonel could not stand. He hated cold, suspecting, Official men in blue, Who pass their lives detecting The crimes that others do. For men who ’d shoot a sparrow, Or immolate a worm Beneath a farmers harrow, He could not find a term. LIEUTENANT-COLONEL FLARE. Humanely, ay, and knightly He dealt with such an one ; He took and tied him tightly, And blew him from a gun. The earth has armies plenty, And semi-warlike bands, I ’m certain there are twenty In European lands ; But, oh ! in no direction You’d find one to compare In brotherly affection With that of Colonel Flare. 38 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. LOST MR. BLAKE. M R. BLAKE was a regular out-and-out hard- ened sinner, Who was quite out of the pale of Christianity, so to speak. He was in the habit of smoking a long pipe and drinking a glass of grog on Sunday after dinner, And seldom thought of going to church more than twice or — if Good Friday or Christmas Day happened to come in it — three times a week. He was quite indifferent as to the special kinds of dresses That the clergyman wore at the church where he used to go to pray, And whatever he did in the way of relieving a chap’s distresses, He always did in a sneaking, underhanded, hole- and-corner sort of way. LOST MR. BLAKE. 39 I have known him indulge in profane, ungentlemanly emphatics, When the Protestant Church has been divided on the subject of the width of a chasuble’s hem; I have even known him to sneer at albs — and as for dalmatics, Words can’t convey an idea of the contempt he expressed for them. He didn’t believe in persons who, not being well off themselves, are obliged to confine their charitable exertions to collecting money from wealthier people, And looked upon individuals of the former class as ecclesiastical hawks; He used to say that he would no more think of in- terfering with his priest’s robes than with his church or his steeple, And that he did not consider his soul imperilled because somebody over whom he had no in- fluence whatever, chose to dress himself up like an exaggerated Guv Fawkes. This shocking old vagabond was so unutterably shameless That he actually went a-courting a very respectable and pious middle-aged sister, by the name of Biggs. She was a rather attractive widow, whose life as such had always been particularly blameless ; Her first husband had left her a secure but mode- rate competence owing to some fortunate spec 1 ulations in the matter of figs. 4 ° MORE “BAB” BALLADS. She was an excellent person in everyway — and won the respect even of Mrs. Grundy, She was a good housewife, too, and wouldn’t have wasted a penny if she had owned the Koh-i- noor. She was just as strict as he was lax in her obser- vance of Sunday, And being a good economist, and charitable be- sides, she took all the bones and cold potatoes and broken pie-crusts and candle-ends (when she had quite done with them), and made them into an excellent soup for the deserving poor. I am sorry to say that she rather took to Blake — that outcast of society, And when respectable brothers who were fond. of her began to look dubious and to cough, She would say, “ Oh, my friends, it ’s because I hope to bring this poor benighted soul back to virtue and propriety,” And besides, the poor benighted soul, with all his faults, was uncommonly well off. And when Mr. Blake’s dissipated friends called his attention to the frown or the pout of her, Whenever he did anything which appeared to her to savour of an unmentionable place, lie would say she would be a very decent old girl when all that nonsense was knocked out of her, And his method of knocking it out of her is one that covered him with disgrace. LOST MR. BLAKE. 4 * She was fond of going to church services four times every Sunday, and four or five times in the week, and never seemed to pall of them, So he hunted out all the churches within a con- venient distance that had services at different hours, so to speak ; And when he had married her he positively insisted upon their going to all of them, So they contrived to do about twelve churches every Sunday, and, if they had luck, from twenty- two to twenty-three in the course of the week. She was fond of dropping his sovereigns ostenta- tiously into the plate, and she liked to see them stand out rather conspicuously against the com- monplace half-crowns and shillings, So he took her to all the charity sermons, and if by any ’extraordinary chance there wasn’t a charity sermon anywhere, he would drop a couple of sovereigns (one for him and one for her) into the poor-box at the door; And as he always deducted the sums thus given in charity from the housekeeping money, and the money he allowed her for her bonnets and frillings, She soon began to find that even charity, if you allow it to interfere with your personal luxuries, becomes an intolerable bore. On Sundays she was always melancholy and any- thing but good society, For that day in her household was a day of sigh- ings.and sobbings and wringing of hands and shaking of heads : 42 MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. She wouldn’t hear of a button being sewn on a glove, because it was a work neither of necessity nor of piety, And strictly prohibited her servants from amusing themselves, or indeed doing anything at all ex- cept dusting the drawing-rooms, cleaning the boots and shoes, cooking the dinner, waiting generally on the family, and making the beds. But Blake even went further than that, and said that people should do their own works of ne- cessity, and not delegate them to persons in a menial situation, So he wouldn’t allow his servants to do so much as even answer a bell. Here he is making his wife carry up the water for her bath to the second floor, much against her inclination, — And why in the world the gentleman who illustrates these ballads has put him in a cocked hat is more than I can tell. LOST MR. BLAKE. 43 After about three months of this sort of thing, taking the smooth with the rough of it (Blacking her own boots and peeling her own potatoes was not her notion of connubial bliss), Mrs. Blake began to find that she had pretty nearly had enough of it, And came, in course of time, to think that Blake’s own original line of conduct wasn’t so much amiss. And now that wicked person — that detestable sinner (“ Belial Blake ” his friends and well-wishers call him for his atrocities), And his poor deluded victim whom all her Chris- tian brothers dislike and pity so, Go to the parish church only on Sunday morning and afternoon and occasionally on a week-day, and spend their evenings in connubial fondlings and affectionate reciprocities, And I should like to know where in the world (or rather, out of it) they expect to go ! 44 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. THE BABY’S VENGEANCE. W EARY at heart and extremely ill Was Paley Vollaire of Bromptonville. In a dirty lodging, with fever down, Close to the Polygon, Somers Town. Paley Vollaire was an only son (For why? His mother had had but one), And Paley herited gold and grounds Worth several hundred thousand pounds. But he, like many a rich young man, Through this magnificent fortune ran, And nothing was left for his daily needs But duplicate copies of mortgage-deeds. Shabby and sorry and sorely sick, He slept, and dreamt that the clock’s “ tick, tick,” Was one of the Fates, with a long sharp knife, Snicking off bits of his shortened life. THE BABY’S VENGEANCE. 45 He woke and counted the pips on the walls, The outdoor passengers’ loud footfalls, And reckoned all over, and reckoned again, The little white tufts on his counterpane. A medical man to his bed-side came (I can’t remember that doctor’s name), And said, “ You ’ll die in a very short while If you don’t set sail for Madeira’s isle.” “ Go to Madeira ? goodness me ! I haven’t the money to pay your fee !” “Then, Paley Vollaire,” said the leech, “good bye ; I ’ll come no more, for you ’re sure to die.” ITe sighed and he groaned and smote his breast ; “Oh, send,” said he, “for Frederick West, Ere senses fade or my eyes grow dim : I ’ve a terrible tale to whisper him ! ” Poor was Frederick’s lot in iife, — A dustman he with a fair young wife, A worthy man with a hard-earned store, A hundred and seventy pounds — or more. Frederick came, and he said, “ Maybe You’ll say what you happen to want with me?” “Wronged boy,” said Paley Vollaire, “I will, But don’t you fidget yourself — sit still. 4 4 6 MORE <( BAE 1 BALLADS. “ 7 T is now some thirty-seven years ago Since first began the plot that I ’m revealing, A fine young woman, whom you ought to know, Lived with her husband down in Drum Lane, Ealing. Herself by means of mangling reimbursing, And now and then (at intervals) wet-nursing. “ Two little babes dwelt in her humble cot : One was her own — the other only lent to her : Her own she slighted. Tempted by a lot Of gold and silver regularly sent to her, She ministered unto the little other In the capacity of foster-mother. “ I was her own. Oh ! how I lay and sobbed In my poor cradle — deeply, deeply cursing The rich man’s pampered bantling, who had robbed My only birthright — an attentive nursing ! Sometimes, in hatred of my foster-brother, I gnashed my gums — which terrified my mother. THE BABY'S VENGEANCE. 47 “ One day — it was quite early in the week — I in my cradle having placed the bantling — Crept into his ! He had not learnt to speak, But I could see his face with anger mantling. It was imprudent — well, disgraceful maybe, For, oh ! I was a bad, black-hearted baby ! “ So great a luxury was food, I think No wickedness but I was game to try for it. Now if I wanted anything to drink At any time, I only had to cry for it ! Once , if I dared to weep, the bottle lacking, My blubbering involved a serious smacking ! “ We grew up in the usual way — my friend, My foster-brother, daily growing thinner, While gradually I began to mend, And thrived amazingly on double dinner. And every one, besides my foster-mother, Believed that either of us was the other. “ I came into his wealth — I bore his name, I bear it still — his property I squandered — I mortgaged everything — and now (oh, shame !) Into a Somers Town shake-down I ’ve wandered ! MORE c BAR BALLADS. 4 o I am no Paley — no Vollaire — it’s true, my boy The only rightful Paley V. is you, my boy ! “ And all I have is yours — and yours is mine. I still may place you in your true position : Give me the pounds you Ve saved, and I ’ll resign My noble name, my rank, and my condition. So far my wickedness in falsely owning Your vasty wealth, I am at last atoning ! ” Frederick he was a simple soul, He pulled from his pocket a bulky roll, And gave to Paley his hard-earned store, A hundred and seventy pounds or more ! Paley Vollaire, with many a groan, Gave Frederick all that he’d called his own, — Two shirts and a sock, and a vest of jean, A Wellington boot and a bamboo cane. And Fred (entitled to all things there) He took the fever from Mr. Vollaire, Which killed poor Frederick West. Meanwhile Vollaire sailed off to Madeira’s isle. THE CAPTAIN AND THE MERMAIDS. 49 THE CAPTAIN AND THE MERMAIDS. I SING a legend of the sea, So hard-a-port upon your lee ! A ship on starboard tack ! She’s bound upon a private cruise — (This is the kind of spice I use To give a salt-sea smack). MORE “ BAR ’* BALLADS. 5 ° Behold, on every afternoon (Save in a gale or strong Monsoon) Great Captain Capel Cleggs (Great morally, though rather short) Sat at an open weather-port And aired his shapely legs. And Mermaids hung around in flocks, On cable chains and distant rocks, To gaze upon those limbs ; For legs like those, of flesh and bone, Are things “not generally known” To any Merman Times. But Mermen didn’t seem to care Much time (as far as I’m aware) With Cleggs’s legs to spend ; Though Mermaids swam around all day And gazed, exclaiming, “That’s the way A gentleman should e«nd ! “ A pair of legs with well-cut knees And calves and ankles such as these Which we in rapture hail, Are far more eloquent, it \s clear, When clothed in silk and kerseymere, Than any nasty tail.” And Cleggs — a worthy kind old boy — Rejoiced to add to others’ joy, And (though he scarce knew why) Because it pleased the lookers-on, He sat there every day — though con- stitutionally shy. THE CAPTAIN AND THE MERMAIDS. 5 * At first the Mermen laughed a few, But finally they jealous grew, And sounded loud recalls ; But vainly. So these fishy males Declared they too would clothe their tails In silken hose and smalls. They set to work, these water-men, And made their nether robes — but when They drew with dainty touch The kerseymere upon their tails, They found it scraped against their scales, And hurt them very much. The silk, besides, with which they chose To deck their tails, by way of hose (They never thought of shoon), For such a use was much too thin, — It tore against the caudal fin And “went in ladders” soon. So they designed another plan : They sent their most seductive man This note to him to show — “ Our Monarch sends to Captain Cleggs His humble compliments, and begs He ’ll join him down below ; “We’ve pleasant homes below the sea — - Besides, if Captain Cleggs should be (As our advices say) A judge of Mermaids, he will find Our lady-fish of every kind Inspection will repay.” MORE “BAB BALLADS. $2 Good Capel sent a kind reply, For Capel thought he could descry An admirable plan To study all* their way£ and laws — (But not their lady-fish, because He was a married man). The Merman sank — the Captain too Jumped overboard, and dropped from view Like stone from catapult ; And when he reached the Merman’s lair He certainly was welcomed there, But, ah ! with what result ? They didn’t let him learn their law, Or make a note of what he saw, Or interesting mem. : THE CAPTAIN AND THE MERMAIDS. S3 « The lady-fish he couldn’t find, But that, of course, he didn’t mind — He didn’t come for them. For though, when Captain Capel sank, The Mermen drawn in double rank Gave him a hearty hail ; Yet when secure of Captain Cleggs, They cut oft' both his lovely legs, And gave him such a tail ! When Captain Cleggs returned aboard, His blithesome crew convulsive roar’d, To see him altered so. The Admiralty did insist That he upon the Half-pay List Immediately should go. 54 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. Ill vain declared the poor old salt, “ It s my misfortune — not my fault,” With tear and trembling lip — In vain poor Capel begged and begged. “ A man must be completely legged Who rules a British ship.” So spake the stern First Lord aloud— He was a wag, though very proud, And much rejoiced to say, “ You ’re only half a captain now — And so, my worthy friend, 1 vow You’ll only get half-pay ! ” ANNIE PROTHEROE. 55 ANNIE PROTHER O E. A Legend of Stratford-le-Bow . O H ! listen to the tale of little Annie Pro* theroe. She kept a small post-office in the neighbourhood of Bow; She loved a skilled mechanic, who was famous in his day — A gentle executioner whose name was Gilbert Clay. I think I hear you say, “A dreadful subject for your rhymes !” O reader, do not shrink — he didn’t live in modern times ! 56 MORE “bab” ballads. He lived so long ago (the sketch will show it at a glance) That all his actions glitter with the lime-light of Romance. In busy times he laboured at his gentle craft all day — “ No doubt you mean his Cal-craft” you amusingly will say — But, no — he didn't operate with common bits of string, He was a Public Headsman, which is quite another thing. And when his work was over, they would ramble o’er the lea, And sit beneath the frondage of an elderberry tree. And Annie’s simple prattle entertained him on his walk, For public executions formed the subject of her talk. And sometimes he ’d explain to her, which charmed her very much, How famous operators vary very much in touch, And then, perhaps, he’d show how he himself per- formed the trick, And illustrate his meaning with a poppy and a stick. Or, if it rained, the little maid would stop at home, and look At his favourable notices, all pasted in a book, And then her cheek would flush — her swimming eyes would dance with joy In a glow of admiration at the prowess of her boy. ANNIE PROTHEROE. 57 One summer eve, at supper-time, the gentle Gilbert said (As he helped his pretty Annie to a slice of collared head), “ This reminds me I must settle on the next en- suing day The hash of that unmitigated villain Peter Gray/’ He saw his Annie tremble and he saw his Annie start, Her changing colour trumpeted the flutter at her heart ; Young Gilbert’s manly bosom rose and sank with jealous fear, And he said, “ O gentle Annie, what ’s the meaning of this here? ; ’ And Annie answered, blushing in an interesting way, “You think, no doubt, I’m sighing for that felon Peter Gray : That I was his young woman is unquestionably true, But not since I began a-keeping company with you.” 58 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. Then Gilbert, wno was irritable, rose and loudly swore He’d know the reason why if she refused to tell him more ; And she answered (all the woman in her flashing from her eyes), “ You mustn’t ask no questions, and you won't be told no lies ! “Few lovers have the privilege enjoyed, my dear, by you, * Of chopping off a rival’s head and quartering him too ! Of vengeance, dear, to-morrow you will surelv take your fill ! ” And Gilbert ground his molars as he answered her, “ I will ! ” Young Gilbert rose from table with a stern deter- mined look, And, frowning, took an inexpensive hatchet from its hook*; And Annie watched his movements with an in- terested air — For the morrow — for the morrow he was going to prepare ! He chipped it with a hammer and he chopped it with a bill, He poured sulphuric acid on the edge of it, until This terrible Avenger of the Majesty of Law Was far less like a hatchet than a dissipated saw. ANNIE PROTHEROE. 59 And Annie said, “ O Gilbert, dear, I do not un- derstand Why ever you are injuring that hatchet in your hand ?” He said, “ It is intended for to lacerate and flay The neck of that unmitigated villain Peter Gray !” “ Now Gilbert/’ Annie answered, “ wicked heads- man, just beware — I won’t have Peter tortured with that horrible affair ; If you appear with that, you may depend you’ll rue the day.” But Gilbert said, “Oh, shall I ?” which was just his nasty way. He saw a look of anger from her eyes distinctly dart, For Annie was a woman, and had pity in her heart ! She wished him a good evening— he answered with a glare ; She only said, “ Remember, for your Annie will be there !” ir ic ir The morrow Gilbert boldly on the scaffold took his stand, With a vizor on his face and with a hatchet in his hand, 6o MORE BAB ” BALLADS. And all the people noticed that the Engine of the Law Was far less like a hatchet than a dissipated saw. The fejon very coolly loosed his collar and his stock, And placed his wicked head upon the handy little block. The hatchet was uplifted for to settle Peter Gray, When Gilbert plainly heard a woman’s voice ex- claiming, “ Stay ! ” T was Annie, gentle Annie, as you’ll easily believe. “ O Gilbert, you must spare him, for I bring him a reprieve, It came from our Home Secretary many weeks ago, And passed through that post-office which I used to keep at Bow “ I loved you, loved you madly, and you know it, Gilbert Clay, And as I’d quite surrendered all idea of Peter Gray, ANNIE PROTHEROE. 6 1 I quietly suppressed it, as you’ll clearly understand, For I thought it might be awkward if he came and claimed my hand. “ In anger at my secret (which I could not tell be- fore) To lacerate poor Peter Gray vindictively you swore ; I told you if you used that blunted axe you ’d rue the day, And so you will, old fellow, for I’ll marry Peter Gray ! ” [A /id so she did. 62 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. AN UNFORTUNATE LIKENESS. I ’VE painted Shakespeare all my life — “ An infant ” (even then at play !) “ A boy,” with stage-ambition rife, Then “ Married to Ann Hathaway.” “The bard’s first ticket night” (or “ben.”), His “ First appearance on the stage,” Flis “ Call before the curtain ” — then “Rejoicings when he came of age.” AN UNFORTUNATE LIKENESS. ^3 The bard play-writing in his room, The bard a humble lawyer’s clerk, The bard a lawyer 1 — parson 2 — groom 3 - The bard deer-stealing, after dark. The bard a tradesman 4 — and a Jew 5 — The bard a botanist 6 — a beak 7 — The bard a skilled musician 8 too — A sheriff 9 10 and a surgeon TO eke ‘ Yet critics say (a friendly stock) That, though it ’s evident I try, Yet even I can barely mock The glimmer of his wondrous eye ! One morning as a work I framed, There passed a person, walking hard : “ My gracious goodness,” I exclaimed, “ How very like my dear old bard ! 1 “Go with me to a Notary — seal me there Your single bond.” — Merchant of Venice, Act I , sc. 3. 2 “And there shall she, at Friar Lawrence’ cell. Be shrived and married.” — Romeo and Juliet, Act II., sc. 4. 3 “And give their fasting horses provender.”— Henry the Fifth, Act IV., sc. 2. 4 “ Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares.”— Troilus and Cressida, Act I., sc. 3. 5 “Then must the Jew be merciful.” — Merchant of Venice, Act IV., sc. 1. “ The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries.” — Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act IV., sc. 1. 7 “In the county of Glo’ster, justice of the peace and coram .” — Merry M / ives of Windsor, Act I., sc. 1. 8 “What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?” —King John, Act V., sc. 2. 9 “And I’ll provide his executioner.” — Henry the Sixth (Second Part), Act III., sc. 1. 10 “The lioness had torn some flesh away, Which all this while had bled.”— As You Like It, Act IV., sc. 3 64 MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. “ Oh, what a model he would make ! ” I rushed outside — impulsive me ! — “ Forgive the liberty I take, But you’re so very” — “Stop !” said he. “You needn’t waste your breath or time, — I know what you are going to say, — That you ’re an artist, and that I ’m Remarkably like Shakespeare. Eh? “You wish that I would sit to you?” I clasped him madly round the waist, And breathlessly replied, “ I do ! ” “All right,” said he, “but please make haste.” I led him by his hallowed sleeve, And worked away at him apace, I painted him till dewy eve, — There never was a nobler face ! “ Oh, sir,” I said, “ a fortune grand Is yours, by dint of merest chance, — To sport his brow at second-hand, To wear his cast-off countenance ! “To mb his eyes whene’er they ache — To wear his baldness ere you ’re old — To clean his teeth when you awake — To blow his nose when you Ve a cold ! ” His eyeballs glistened in his eyes — I sat and watched and smoked my pipe ; “ Bravo ! ” I said, “ I recognize The phrensy of your prototype ! ” AN UNFORTUNATE LIKENESS. 65 His scanty hair he wildly tore : “ That ’s right,” said I, “ it shows your breed.” He danced — he stamped — he wildly swore — “ Bless me, that ’s very fine indeed ! ” “ Sir,” said the grand Shakesperian boy (Continuing to blaze away), “ You think my face a source of joy; That shows you know not what you say. “ Forgive these yells and cellar-flaps I ’m always thrown in some such state When on his face well-meaning chaps This wretched man congratulate. “ For, 0I1 ! this face — this pointed chin — This nose— this brow — these eyeballs too, Have always been the origin Of all the woes I ever knew ! 66 MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. “If to the play my way I find, To see a grand Shakesperian piece, I have no rest, no ease of mind Until the author’s puppets cease ! “ Men nudge each other — thus — and say, ‘ This certainly is Shakespeare’s son,’ And merry wags (of course in play) Cry -'Author !’ when the piece is done. “ In church the people stare at me, Their soul the sermon never binds; I catch them looking round to see, And thoughts of Shakespeare fill their minds. “ And sculptors, fraught with cunning wile, Who find it difficult to crown A bust with Brown’s insipid smile, Or Tomkins’s unmannered frown, “ Yet boldly make my face their own, When (oh, presumption !) they require To animate a paving-stone With Shakespeare’s intellectual fire. “At parties where young ladies gaze, And I attempt to speak my joy, £ Hush, pray,’ some lovely creature says, ‘ The fond illusion don’t destroy ! ’ “ Whene’er I speak my soul is wrung With these or some such whisperings ; 4 ’Tis pity that a Shakespeare’s tongue Should say such un-Shakesperian things ! ’ AN UNFORTUNATE LIKENESS. 6 7 “ I should not thus be criticised Had I a face of common wont : Don't envy me — now, be advised ! ” And, now I think of it, I don't ! 68 MORE a BAB BALLADS. GREGORY PARABLE, LL.D. A LEAFY cot, where no dry rot Had ever been by tenant seen, Where ivy clung and wopses stung, Where beeses hummed and drummed and strummed, Where treeses grew and breezes blew — \A thatchy roof, quite waterproof, Where countless herds of dickybirds Built twiggy beds to lay their heads (My mother begs I ’ll make it “ eggs,” But though it ’s true that dickies do Construct a .nest with chirpy noise, With view to rest their eggy joys, ; Neath eavy sheds, yet eggs and beds, As I explain to her in vain Five hundred times, are faulty rhymes). GREGORY PARABLE, LL.D. 69 ’Neath such a cot, built on a plot Of freehold land, dwelt Mary and Her worthy father, named by me Gregory Parable, LL.D. He knew no guile, this simple man, No wordly wile, or plot, or plan, Except that plot of freehold land That held the cot, and Mary, and Her worthy father, named by me Gregory Parable, LL.D. A grave and learned scholar he, Yet simple as a child could be. He ’d shirk his meal to sit and cram A goodish deal of Eton Gram. No man alive could him nonplus With vocative of filius. No man alive more fully knew The passive of a verb or two. None better knew the worth than he Of words that end in d, t. Upon his green in early spring He might be seen endeavouring To understand the hooks and crooks Of Henry and his Latin books, Or calling for his “ Caesar on The Gallic War,” like any don. Or, p’raps, expounding unto all How mythic Balbus built a wall. So lived the sage who ; s named by me Gregory Parable, LL.D. 70 MORE “BAB BALLADS. To him one autumn day there came A lovely youth of mystic name , He took a lodging in the house, And fell a-dodging snipe and grouse, For, oh ! that mild scholastic one Let shooting for a single gun. By three or four, when sport was o’er, The Mystic One laid by his gun, And made sheep’s eyes of giant size, Till after tea, at Mary P. And Mary P. (so kind was she), She, too, made eyes of giant size, Whose every dart right through the heart Appeared to run that Mystic One. The Doctor’s whim engrossing him, He did not know they flirted so. For, save at tea, “ musa musce ,” As I ’m advised, monopolized And rendered blind his giant mind. But looking up above his cup One afternoon, he saw them spoon. “ Aha ! ” quoth he, “ you naughty lass 1 As quaint old Ovid says, 6 Amas ! ’ ” The Mystic Youth avowed the truth, And, claiming ruth, he said, “ In sooth T love your daughter, aged man • Refuse to join us if you can. Treat not my offer, sir, with scorn, I ’m wealthy though I ’m lowly born.” “ Young sir,” the aged scholar said, “ I never thought you meant to wed GREGORY PARABLE, LL.D. 7 1 Engrossed completely with my books, I little noticed lovers’ looks. I ’ve lived so long away from man, I do not know of any plan By which to test a lover’s worth, Except, perhaps, the test of birth. I ’ve half forgotten in this wild A father’s duty to his child. It is his place, I think it’s said, To see his daughters richly wed To dignitaries of the earth, If possible, of noble birth. If noble birth is not at hand, A father may, I understand (And this affords a chance for you), Be satisfied to wed her to A Boucicault or Baring — which Means any one who ’s jolly rich. 72 MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. Now, there's an Ean who lives hard by, — Come, Mary, we will go and try If he would like to marry thee, If not, thy bride the maid shall be." They sought the Earl that very day; The sage began to say his say. The Earl (a very wicked man, Whose face bore Vice's blackest ban) Cut short the scholar's simple tale, And said in voice to make them quail, “ Pooh ! go along ! you 're drunk, no doubt — Here, Peters, turn these people out ! " The Sage, rebuffed in mode uncouth, Returning, met the Mystic Youth. “ My darling boy," the Scholar said, “ Take Mary — blessings on your head !” GREGORY PARABLE, LL.D. The Mystic Boy undid his vest, And took a parchment from his breast, And said, “ Now, by that noble brow, I ne’er knew father such as thou ! The sterling rule of common sense Now reaps its proper recompense. Rejoice, my soul’s unequalled Queen, For I am Duke of Gretna Green !” 74 MORE U BAB ,; BALLADS.' THE KING OF CANOODLE-DUM. T HE story of Frederick Gowler, A mariner of the sea, Who quitted his ship, the Howler , A-sailing in Caribbee. For many a day he wandered, Till he met in a state of rum Calamity Pop Von Peppermint Drop, The King of Canoodle-Dum. That monarch addressed him gaily, “ Hum ! Golly de do to-day? Hum ! Lily-white Buckra Sailee ” — (You notice his playful way?) — THE KING OF CANOODLE-DUM. 75 “ What dickens you doin' here, sar ? Why debbil you want to come ? Hum ! Picaninnee, dere isn’t no sea In City Canoodle-Dum !” And Gowler he answered sadly, “ Oh, mine is a doleful tale ! They’ve treated me wery badly In Lunnon, from where I hail. I ’m one of the Family Royal — No common Jack Tar you see ; I’m William the Fourth, far up in the North, A King in my own countree !” Bang-bang ! How the tom-toms thundered ! Bang-bang ! How they thumped the gongs ! Bang-bang ! How the people wondered ! Bang-bang ! At it, hammer and tongs ! Alliance with Kings of Europe Is an honour Canoodlers seek, Her monarchs don’t stop with Peppermint Drop Every day in the week ! Fred told them that he was undone, For his people all went insane, And fired the Tower of London, And Grinnidge’s Naval Fane. And some of them racked St. James’s, And vented their rage upon The Church of St. Paul, the Fishmongers’ Hall, And the Angel at Islington. 6 MORE “ BAB ” BALLADS. Calamity Pop implored him To stop with him — -yes, remain Till those people of his restored him To power and rank again. Calamity Pop he made him A Prince of Canoodle-Dum, With a couple of caves, some beautiful slaves, And the run of the royal rum. Pop gave him his only daughter, Hum Pickety Wimple Tip: Fred vowed that if over the water He went, in an English ship, He’d make her his Queen, — though truly It is an unusual thing For a Caribbee brat who ’s as black as your hat To be wife of an English King. And all the Canoodle- jjummers They copied his rolling walk, His method of draining rummers, His emblematical talk. For his dress and his graceful breeding, His delicate taste in rum, And his nautical way, were the talk of the day In the Court of Canoodle-Dum. Calamity Pop most wisely Determined in everything To model his Court precisely On that of the English King; THE KING OF CANOODLE-DUM. 77 And ordered that every lady And every lady’s lord Should masticate jacky (a kind of tobaccy) And scatter its juice abroad. They signified wonder roundly At any astounding yarn, By darning their dear eyes roundly (’T was all that they had to darn). They “ hoisted their slacks/' adjusting Garments of plantain-leaves With nautical twitches (as if they wore — stitches. Instead of a dress like Eve’s!) They shivered their timbers proudly, At a phantom fore-lock dragged, And called for a hornpipe loudly Whenever amusement flagged. 6 78 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. “ Hum ! Golly ! him Pop resemble, Him Britisher sovereign, hum ! Calamity Pop Von Peppermint Drop De King of Canoodle-Dum !” The mariner’s lively “ Hollo !” Enlivened Canoodle’s plain (For blessings unnumbered follow In Civilization’s train). But Fortune (a walking bathos) A terrible ending planned, For Admiral D. Chickabiddy, C.B., Placed foot on Canoodle land ! 'hat rebel, he seized King Gowler, He threatened his royal brains, And put him aboard the Howler , And fastened him down with chains. THE KING OF CANOODLE-DUM. 79 The Holder she weighed her anchor, With Frederick nicely nailed, And off to the north with William the Fourth These horrible pirates sailed. Calamity said (with folly) “ Hum ! nebber want him again— Him civilize all of us, golly ! Calamity suck him brain !” The people, however, were pained when The saw him aboard his ship, But none of them wept for their Freddy, except Hum Pickity Wimple Tip. 8o MORE “BAB” BALLADS. FIRST LOVE. A CLERGYMAN in Berkshire dwelt, The Reverend Bernard Powles, And in his church there weekly knelt At least a thousand souls. There little Ellen you might see, The modest rustic belle ; In maidenly simplicity, She loved her Bernard well. . FIRST LOVE. Though Ellen wore a plain silk gown Untrimmed with lace or fur, Yet not a husband in the town But wished his wife like her. Though sterner memories might fade, You never could forget The child-form of that baby-maid, The Village Violet ! A simple frightened loveliness, Whose sacred spirit-part Shrank timidly from wordly stress, And nestled in your heart. Powles woo’d with every well-worn plan And all the usual wiles With which a well-schooled gentleman A simple heart beguiles. The hackneyed compliments that bore World-folks like you and me, Appeared to her as if they wore The crown of Poesy. His winking eyelid sang a song Her heart could understand, Eternity seemed scarce too long When Bernard squeezed her hand. 82 MORE “BAB BALLADS. He ordered down the martial crew Of Godfrey’s Grenadiers, And Coote conspired with Tinney to Ecstaticize her ears. Beneath her window, veiled from eye, They nightly took their stand, On birthdays supplemented by The Covent Garden band. And little Ellen, all alone, Enraptured sat above, And thought how blest she was to own The wealth of Bowles’s love. FIRST LOVE. 33 I often, often wonder what Poor Ellen saw in him ; For calculated he was not To please a woman’s whim. He wasn’t good, despite the air An M.B. waistcoat gives; Indeed, his dearest friends declare No greater humbug lives. No kind of virtue decked this priest,, He’d nothing to allure ; He wasn’t handsome in the least, — He wasn’t even poor. No — he was cursed with acres fat (A Christian’s direst ban). And gold — yet, notwithstanding that, Poor Ellen loved the man. As unlike Bernard as could be Was poor old Aaron Wood (Disgraceful Bernard’s curate he) : He was extremely good. A Bayard in his moral pluck, Without reproach or fear, A quiet venerable duck With fifty pounds a year. MORE “BAB” BALLADS. No fault had he — no fad, except A tendency to strum, In mode at which you would have wept, A dull harmonium. He had no gold with which to hire The minstrels who could best Convey a notion of the lire That raged within his breast. And so, when Coote and Tinney’s Own Had tootled all they knew, , And when the Guards, completely blown, Exhausted ly withdrew, FIRST LOVE. And Nell began to sleepy feel, Poor Aaron then would come, And underneath her window wheel His plain harmonium. He woke her every morn at two, And having gained her ear, In vivid colours Aaron drew The sluggard’s grim career. He warbled Apiarian praise, And taught her in his chant To shun the dog’s disgraceful ways, And imitate the ant. MORE “BAB” BALLADS. Still Nell seemed not, how much he played, To love him out and out, Although the admirable maid Respected him, no doubt. She told him of her early vow, And said as Bernard's wife It might be hers to show him how To rectify his life. “ You are so pure, so kind, so true, Your goodness shines so bright, What use would Ellen be to you ? Believe me, you're all right." She wished him happiness and health, And flew on lightning wings To Bernard with his dangerous wealth And all the woes it brings. BRAVE ALUM BEY. 87 BRAVE ALUM BEY. O H, big was the bosom of brave Alum Bey, And also the region that under it lay, In safety and peril remarkably cool, And he dwelt on the banks of the River Stamboul. 88 MORE “BAB” BALLADS. Each morning he went to his garden, to cull A bunch of zenana or sprig of bul-bul, And offered the bouquet, in exquisite bloom, To Backsheesh, the daughter of Rahat Lakoum. No maiden like Backsheesh could tastily cook A kettle of kismet or joint of tchibouk, As Alum, brave fellow ! sat pensively by, With a bright sympathetic ka-bob in his eye. Stern duty compelled him to leave her one day — (A ship’s supercargo was brave Alum Bey) — To pretty young Backsheesh he made a salaam, And sailed to the isle of Seringapatam. “ O Alum,” said she, “ think again, ere you go — Hareems may arise and Moguls they may blow ; You may strike on a fez, or be drowned, which is wuss ! ” But Alum embraced her and spoke to her thus : “ Cease weeping, fair Backsheesh ! I willingly swear Cork jackets and trousers I always will wear, And I also throw in a large number of oaths That I never — no, never — will take off my clothes!” * # # # # # They left Madagascar away on their right, And made Clapham Common the following night, Then lay on their oars for a fortnight or two, Becalmed in the ocean of Honololu. BRAVE ALUM BEY. 89 One day Alum saw, with alarm in his breast, A cloud on the nor-sow-sow-nor-sow-nor-west ; The wind it arose, and the crew gave a scream, For they knew it — they knew it! — the dreaded Hareem ! ! The mast it went over, and so did the sails, Brave Alum threw over his casks and his bales ; The billows arose as the weather grew thick And all except Alum were terribly sick. The crew were but three, but they holloa’d for nine, They howled and they blubbered with wail and with whine : The skipper he fainted away in the fore, F01 he hadn’t the heart for to skip any more. “Flo, coward !” said Alum, “with heart of a child ! Thou son of a party whose grave is defiled ! Is Alum in terror ? is Alum afeard ? Ho ! ho ! If 3^011 had one I ’d laugh at your beard.” His eyeball it gleamed like a furnace of coke ; He boldly inflated his clothes as he spoke ; He daringly felt for the corks on his chest, And he recklessly tightened the belt at his breast. 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