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THE SUPPER SUPERSTITION.
A PATHETIC BALLAD.
« Oh filesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !” – MERCUTIO.
1. 'Twas twelve o'clock by Chelsea chimes,
When all in hungry trim,
With wife, and Kate, and Jim.
Said he, “Upon this dainty cod
How bravely I shall sup," —
A GHOST came rising up!
“O, father dear, O, mother dear,
Dear Kate, and brother Jim,-
Don't cry — but I am him !
IV. “ You hope some day with fond embrace
To greet your absent Jack, But oh, I am come here to say
I'm never coming back !
“ From Alexandria we set sail,
With corn, and oil, and figs, But steering 'too much Sow,' we struck
Upon the Sow and Pigs !
“The Ship we pumped till we could see
Old England from the tops ; When down she went with all our hands,
Right in the Channel's Chops.
“ Just give a look in Norey's chart,
The very place it tells ;
Clay bottom, mixed with shells.
“Well there we are till “hands aloft,
We have at last a call;
Kate's parrot too, and all.
In Davy Jones's sod,
Don't sup on that 'ere Cod !
“ You live on land, and little think
What passes in the sea ; Last Sunday week, at 2 P. M.
That Cod was picking me!
“ Those oysters too, that look so plump,
And seem so nicely done,
Instead of only one.
“O, do not eat those oysters then,
And do not touch the shrimps ; When I was in my briny grave,
They sucked my blood like imps !
XIII. “ Don't eat what brutes would never eat,
The brutes I used to pat, They 'll know the smell they used to smell,
Just try the dog and cat !”
And cried, Alack, alack !
“Let's try if Jack was Jack ! ”
They called the Dog, they called the Cat,
And little Kitten too, And down they put the Cod and sauce,
To see what brutes would do.
Puss never stood at crimps,
Quite feasted on the shrimps !
And sauce, they stood like posts ;
Put no belief in Ghosts !
A STORM AT HASTINGS,
AND THE LITTLE UNKNOWN.
'Twas August – Hastings every day was fill
ing — Hastings, that “greenest spot on memory's
waste !” With crowds of idlers willing or unwilling To be bedipped - be noticed — or be braced, And all things rose a penny in a shilling. Meanwhile, from window and from door, in haste “ Accommodation bills ” kept coming down, Gladding “ the world of letters” in that town.
Each day poured in new coach-fulls of new cits,
And lo! amongst all these appeared a creature, So small, he almost might a twin have been