A play-bill for dramatic folks to con, In letters such as those may read, who run, 6.66 KING JOHN "-oh yes,-I recollect King John! "My Lord, they say five moons"-five moons!-well done! I wonder Ellen was content with one! 'Five moons—all full !—and all at once in heav'n! She should have lived in that prolific reign!' Here he arrived in front of number seven, He wish'd he'd come up by the heavy waggon, His tongue and palate seem'd so parch'd with drouth,— As if it had a living lion's mouth, With teeth so terrible, and tongue so red, In which he had engaged to put his head. The bell-pull turn'd his courage into vapour, As though 't would cause a shower-bath to shed Its thousand shocks, to make him sigh and caperHe look'd askance, and did not like the scraper. 'What business have I here? (he thought) a dunce She's gone-it 's very evident I've lost her, And to the wanton wind I should have toss'd her- To toast and eat it, like a single Gloster, 'Yes-here I leave her,' and as thus he spoke, And then he went as wildly through a course Who, presto! cloak, and carpet-bag to boot, Went stumbling, rumbling, up the dark one pair, With other noise than his whose 'very foot Had music in't as he came up the stair :' 680 690 700 710 And then with no more manners than a bear, Like fond Medora, watching at her window, The Cheapest House in Town' of Todd and Sturch, The public-house, closed nightly at eleven, And then that house of prayer, the parish church, Some roofs, and chimneys, and a glimpse of heaven, Made up the whole look-out of Number Seven. Yet something in the prospect so absorbed her, She seemed quite drowned and dozing in a dream; 'Lorenzo!'-' Ellen!'-then came Sir!' and 'Madam!' As if it were a flint for great Mac Adam; Such broken English never else was heard, 'Ellen! I'm come-to bid you-fare-farewell' They thus began to fight their verbal duel; 740 'Since some more hap-hap-happy man must dwell—' For so they split their words like grits for gruel. There-take it, Madam-take it back I crave, The face of one-but I must now forget her, Bestow it on whatever hapless slave Your art has last enticed into your fetter 750 760 And there are your epistles-there! each letter ! I wish no record of your vow's infractions, Send them to South-or Children-you had betterThey will be novelties-rare benefactions To shine in Philosophical Transactions! 'Take them-pray take them—I resign them quite ! Once sanctified by tears, when Miss O'Neill- I should have led you,-by your leave and pardon- 'And here's the birth-day ring-nor man nor devil Should once have torn it from my living hand, Perchance 'twill look as well on Mr. Neville; And that-and that is all-and now I stand Absolved of each dissever'd tie and bandAnd so farewell, till Time's eternal sickle Shall reap our lives; in this, or foreign land Some other may be found for truth to stickle Almost as fair-and not so false and fickle !' And there he ceased: as truly it was time, For of the various themes that left his mouth, She knew no more than the old Hill of Howth Who notes proceedings of the F. R. S.'s; 770 780 So long as this poor throbbing heart is mine- And as she spoke, she pointed through the window, And Todd and Sturch's cheapest of all shops The Moon!' he cried, and an electric spasm Speak!-Ellen !-is your sight indeed so short! 810 820 How sweet thus clad, in Autumn s mellow Tone, With serious Eye, the russet Scene to view! No Verdure decks the Forest, save alone The sad green Holly, and the olive Yew. The Skies, no longer of a garish Blue, Subdued to Dove-like Tints, and soft as Wool, Meanwhile yon Cottage Maiden wends to School, And chasten'd Pigments, of our Brother West; ΤΟ |