Mr. and Mrs. Fogg, Who lived like cat and dog, Were shocked for once into each other's arms. The veriest quakers quaked against their wish: stairs: The steadiest servant dropped the China dish; Miss Wiggins, with some grass upon her fork, For, taking wine, With nervous Mr. Pyne, He jerked his glass of Sherry in her face. Bobbed off her bran-new turban in the gravy; Darted his two-pronged weapon in his neighbour, The nurse-maid telling little "Jack-a-Norey," "Bo-peep" and "Blue-cap" at the house's top, Screamed, and let Master Jeremiah drop From a fourth story! Nor yet did matters any better go With Cook and Housemaid in the realms below; As for the Laundress, timid Martha Gunning, Expressing faintness and her fear by fits And starts, she came at last but to her wits, By falling in the ale that John left running. Grave Mr. Miles, the meekest of mankind, Struck all at once, deaf, stupid, dumb, and blind, Sat in his chaise some moments like a corse, Then coming to his mind, Was shocked to find, Only a pair of shafts without a horse. Out scrambled all the Misses from Miss Joy's! From Prospect House, for urchins small and big, Hearing the awful noise, Out rushed a flood of boys, Floating a man in black, without a wig; But little Tiddy carried his big brother! Sick of such terrors, The Tunbridge folks resolved that truth should dwell No longer secret in a Tunbridge Well, But to warn Baker of his dangerous errors; Accordingly to bring the point to pass, They called a meeting of the broken glass, And packed it in a cart, Drawn by the horse that ran from Mr. Miles; While Doctor Babblethorpe, the worthy Rector, And Mr. Gammage, cutler to George Rex, And some few more, whose names would only : vex, Went as a deputation to the Ex Now Mr. Baker's dwelling-house had pleased At last they found him with undamaged skin, The worthy Rector, with uncommon zeal, By way of climax, Mrs. Davy's turban; Knocked down a lot without a bidding,— At Prospect House, how Doctor Oates, not Titus, Danced like Saint Vitus,· And Mr. Beak, thro' Powder's misbehaving, When suddenly, with words that seemed like swearing, Beyond a Licenser's belief or bearing · Broke in the stuttering, sputtering Mr. Gam mage Who is to pay us, Sir — he argued thus, "For loss of cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus Cus-custom, and the dam-dam-dam-dam-damage? Now many a person had been fairly puzzled You, Sir, and you and you! I'm only puffing off my own commodity!" THE GHOST. A VERY SERIOUS BALLAD. "I'll be your second."— LISTON. IN Middle Row, some years ago, But Brown and stout will both wear out, And left a widowed wife to mourn Now widow B. in two short months With Mr. Street she soon was sweet; : The thing thus came about: She asked him in at home, and then At church he asked her out! |