\ 
 
 
CLEVER STORIES 
 
 MANY NATIONS. 
 
 RENDERED IN RHYME BY 
 
 John G. Saxe. 
 
 ILLUSTRATED BY W. L. CHAMPNEY. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 TICKNOR AND FIELDS. 
 
 1865. 
 
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, by 
 
 JOHN G. SAXE, 
 in the Clerk s Office of the District Court of the Northern District of New York. 
 
 UNIVERSITY PRESS: 
 
 WELCH, BIGELOW, AND COMPANY, 
 
 CAMBRIDGE. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 THE TREASURE OF GOLD . . . . . 7 
 
 THE NOBLEMAN, THE FISHERMAN, AND THE PORTER 19 
 
 ALWAYS IN LUCK . . . . . . . . 27 
 
 THE KING AND THE COTTAGER . . . . 39 
 
 THE TARTAR WHO CAUGHT A TARTAR . . * . 51 
 
 THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT ... 59 
 
 THE CALIPH AND THE CRIPPLE . . . . 65 
 
 THE Pious BRAHMIN AND HIS NEIGHBORS . . 77 
 
 THE THREE GIFTS . 85 
 
 THE YOUTH AND THE NORTH-WIND ... 95 
 
 THE UGLY AUNT . . . . . . . 107 
 
 Ho-Ho OF THE GOLDEN BELT . . . . 117 
 
 RAMPSINITUS AND THE ROBBER 127 
 
 THE WANDERING JEW ...... 141 
 
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vi Contents. 
 
 THE ROMANCE OF NICK VAN STANN . . .151 
 
 KING SOLOMON AND THE BEES . . . . 159 
 
 ICARUS .165 
 
 THE STORY OF ECHO ... .. 173 
 
 THE CHOICE OF KING MIDAS . . . . 179 
 
 THE SNAKE IN THE GLASS . . . . 187 
 
THE TREASURE OF GOLD. 
 
 A LEGEND OF ITALY. 
 
THE TREASURE OF GOLD. 
 
 A LEGEND OF ITALY. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL story, my darlings, 
 Though exceedingly quaint and old, 
 
 Is a tale I have read in Italian, 
 Entitled, The Treasure of Gold. 
 
io Clever Stories 
 
 ii. 
 
 ] 5 
 There lived near the town of Bologna 
 
 A widow of virtuous fame, 
 Alone with her only daughter, 
 Madonna LUCREZIA by name. 
 
 in. 
 
 A lady whom changing fortune 
 Had numbered among the poor ; 
 
 And she kept an inn by the wayside, 
 For the use of peasant and boor. 
 
 IV. 
 
 One day at the door of the tavern 
 Three roving banditti appeared, 
 
 And one was a wily Venetian, 
 To guess by his curious beard. 
 
 v. 
 
 And he spoke to the waiting hostess 
 In phrases exceedingly fine, 
 
 And sat himself down with his fellows, 
 And called for a flagon of wine. 
 
The Treasure of Gold 1 1 
 
 VI. 
 
 At length, after deeply discoursing 
 
 In voices suspiciously low, 
 The travellers rose from the table, 
 
 And made preparation to go. 
 
 VII. 
 
 " Madonna," up spoke the Venetian, 
 " Pray do us the kindness to hold 
 
 Awhile, for our better convenience, 
 This snug little treasure of gold." 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " Indeed," said the smiling Lucrezia, 
 
 " You re welcome to leave it, but stay ; 
 
 I have never a lock in my hovel, 
 And the bag may be stolen away. 
 
 IX. 
 
 " Besides," said the woman, " consider 
 There s no one the fact to attest ; 
 
 In pledge for so precious a treasure 
 You have only my word, at the best." 
 
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 x. 
 
 " In faith ! " said the civil Venetian, 
 " We have n t a morsel of fear ; 
 
 But to guard against awkward mischances, 
 Let the matter in writing appear." 
 
 XI. 
 
 And this was a part of the writing 
 She gave the banditti to hold : 
 
 " Not to one, nor to two, but to all, 
 Will I render the treasure of gold," 
 
 XII. 
 
 Now the robbers were scarcely departed, 
 When the cunning Venetian came back, 
 
 With, " Madam, allow me the favor 
 Of putting my seal to the sack." 
 
 XIII. 
 
 But the moment she gave him the treasure, 
 A horseman rode up, and behold ! 
 
 While the woman went out to attend him, 
 The villain ran off with the gold. 
 
The Treasure of Gold 13 
 
 XIV. 
 
 " Alas ! " cried the widow, in anguish, 
 
 " Alas for my daughter forlorn ! 
 I would we had perished together, 
 
 The day GIANNETTA was born ! " 
 
 xv. 
 
 In sooth, she had reason for sorrow, 
 
 Although it were idle to weep ; 
 She was sued in the court of Bologna, 
 
 For the money she promised to keep. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 " Now go, GIANNETTA," she faltered, 
 " To one that is versed in the laws ; 
 
 But stop at the shrine of the Virgin, 
 And beg her to favor our cause." 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Alas for Madonna LUCREZIA ! 
 
 In vain GIANNETTA applied 
 To each lawyer of note in the city ; 
 
 They were all on the opposite side. 
 
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 XVIII. 
 
 At last, as the sorrowing maiden 
 Sat pondering her misery over, 
 
 And breathing a prayer to the Virgin, 
 She thought of Lorenzo, her lover ; 
 
 XIX. 
 
 A student well read in the statutes, 
 According to common report, 
 
 But one who, from modest aversion, 
 Had never appeared in the court. 
 
 xx. 
 
 " I 11 try ! " said the faithful LORENZO, 
 After hearing her narrative through 
 
 " And for strength in the hour of trial, 
 I 11 think, GIANNETTA, of you ! " 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Next morning the judges assembled ; 
 
 The claimants attorneys were heard, 
 And gave a most plausible version 
 
 Of how the transaction occurred ; 
 
The Treasure of Gold 15 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Then showed, by the widow s confession, 
 She had taken the money to hold, 
 
 And proved that, though often requested, 
 She failed to surrender the gold. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 The judges seemed fairly impatient 
 
 To utter the fatal decree, 
 When lo ! the young student Lorenzo 
 
 Stands up, and commences a plea : 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 " Your Honors : I speak for the widow ; 
 
 Some words have been (carelessly) said 
 Concerning a written agreement, 
 
 I ask that the writing be read." 
 
 XXV. I 
 
 " Of course," said the Court, " it is proper 
 
 The writing appear in the case ; 
 The sense of a written agreement 
 
 May give it a different face." 
 
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 XXVI. 
 
 " Observe," said the student, " the bargain, 
 To which we are willing to hold, 
 
 * Not to one, nor to two, but to all, 
 Will I render the treasure of gold. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 " We stand by the writing, your Honors, 
 And candidly ask of you whether 
 
 These fellows can sue for their money 
 Till they come and demand it together ? " 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 And so it was presently settled, 
 For so did the judges decide ; 
 
 And great was the joy of the widow, 
 And great was her daughter s pride. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 And fast grew the fame of LORENZO, 
 
 For making so clever a plea, 
 Till never in all Bologna 
 
 Was lawyer so wealthy as he ! 
 
The Treasure of Gold 
 
 XXX. 
 
 And he married his own GIANNETTA, 
 As the story is pleasingly told, - 
 
 And such were the bane and the blessing 
 That came of the Treasure of Gold ! 
 
THE NOBLEMAN, THE FISHER 
 MAN, AND THE PORTER. 
 
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THE NOBLEMAN, THE FISHERMAN, AND 
 THE PORTER. 
 
 A LEGEND OF ITALY. 
 I. 
 
 T was a famous nobleman 
 
 Who flourished in the East, 
 And once upon a holiday 
 He made a goodly feast, 
 And summoned in of kith and kin 
 A hundred at the least. 
 
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 ii. 
 
 Now while they sat in social chat 
 Discoursing frank and free, 
 
 In came the steward, with a bow : 
 " A man below," said he, 
 
 " Has got, my lord, the finest fish 
 That ever swam the sea ! " 
 
 in. 
 
 " Indeed ! " exclaimed the nobleman, 
 " Then buy it in a trice ; 
 
 The finest fish that ever swam 
 Must needs be very nice ; 
 
 Go, buy it of the fisherman, 
 And never mind the price." 
 
 IV. 
 
 " And so I would," the steward said, 
 " But, faith, he would n t hear 
 
 A word of money for his fish, 
 (Was ever man so queer ?) 
 
 But said he thought a hundred stripes 
 Could not be counted dear." 
 
Tke Nobleman, Fisherman, and Porter 23 
 
 v. 
 
 " Go bring him here," my lord replied ; 
 
 " The man I fain would see ; 
 A merry wag, by your report, 
 
 This fisherman must be ! " 
 44 Go bring him here ! Go bring him here ! " 
 
 Cried all the company. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The steward did as he was bid, 
 
 When thus my lord began : 
 " For this fine fish what may you wish ? 
 
 I 11 buy it, if I can." 
 44 One hundred lashes on my back !" 
 
 Exclaimed the fisherman, 
 
 VII. 
 
 " Now, by the rood ! but this is good," 
 
 The laughing lord replied ; 
 " Well, let the fellow have his way ; 
 
 Go, call a groom ! " he cried ; 
 44 But let the payment he demands 
 
 Be modestly applied." 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 He bared his back and took the lash 
 
 As it were merry play ; 
 But at the fiftieth stroke, he said, 
 
 " Good master groom, I pray 
 Desist a moment, if you please ; 
 
 I have a word to say. 
 
 IX. 
 
 I have a partner in the case, 
 The fellow standing there ; 
 
 Pray take the jacket off his back, 
 And let him have his share ; 
 
 That one of us should take the whole 
 Were surely hardly fair ! " 
 
 x. 
 
 " A partner ? " cried the nobleman, 
 " Who can the fellow mean ? " 
 
 " I mean," replied the fisherman, 
 With countenance serene, 
 
 " Your porter there ! the biggest knave 
 That ever yet was seen ! 
 
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 XI. 
 
 " The rogue who stopped me at the gate, 
 
 And would n t let me in 
 Until I swore to give him half 
 
 Of all my fish should win. 
 / vc got my share ! Pray let, my lord, 
 
 His payment now begin ! " 
 
 XII. 
 
 " What you propose," my lord replied, 
 
 " Is nothing more than fair ; 
 Here, groom, lay on a hundred stripes, 
 
 And mind you do not spare ; 
 The scurvy dog shall never say 
 
 He did n t get his share ! " 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Then all that goodly company, 
 
 They laughed with might and main, 
 
 The while beneath the stinging lash 
 The porter writhed in pain. 
 
 " So fare all villains," quoth my lord, 
 " Who seek dishonest gain ! " 
 
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 XIV. 
 
 Then turning to the fisherman, 
 Who still was standing near, 
 
 He filled his hand with golden coins, 
 Some twenty sequins clear, 
 
 And bade him come and take the like 
 On each succeeding year. 
 
ALWAYS IN LUCK; 
 
 OR, 
 
 THE SEER IN SPITE OF HIMSELF. 
 
 AN ARABIAN TALE. 
 
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 ALWAYS IN LUCK. 
 
 AN ARABIAN TALE. 
 
 N Cairo once there dwelt a worthy man, 
 
 Toilsome and frugal, but extremely poor ; 
 " Howe er," he grumbled, " I may toil and plan, 
 The wolf is ever howling at my door, 
 While arrant rascals thrive and prosper : hence 
 I much misdoubt the ways of Providence. 
 
3 Clever Stories 
 
 ii. 
 
 " Allah is Allah ; and, we all agree, 
 Mohammed is his Prophet. Be it so ; 
 
 But what s Mohammed ever done for me, 
 To boil my kettle I should like to know ? 
 
 The thieves fare better, and I much incline 
 
 From this day forth to make their calling mine." 
 
 III. 
 
 " Dog of an Arab ! " cried his pious spouse, 
 " So you would steal to better your estate, 
 
 And hasten Allah s vengeance ! Shame ! arouse ! 
 Why sit you there repining at your fate ? 
 
 Pray to the Prophet, sinner that you are, 
 
 Then wash your face and go to the Bazaar. 
 
 IV. 
 
 " Take with you pen and paper and a book, 
 And, sitting in a corner, gravely make 
 
 Some mystic scrawls, put on a solemn look, 
 As if you were a wise and learned sheik ; 
 
 And, mark my word, the people in a trice 
 
 Will come in throngs to purchase your advice." 
 
Always in Luck 31 
 
 v. 
 " T is worth a trial, woman, I confess ; 
 
 Things can t be worse," the moody Arab said ; 
 " But then, alas ! I have no proper dress, 
 
 Not e en a turban to adorn my head." 
 "Allah be praised !" just here the woman spied 
 A hollow pumpkin lying at her side. 
 
 VI. 
 
 " See, this will do ! " and, cutting it in twain, 
 She placed the half upon her husband s pate ; 
 
 " T is quaint and grave, and well befits thy brain. 
 Most reverend master," cried the dame, elate ; 
 
 4< Now to thy labor hasten thee away, 
 
 And thou shalt prosper from this very day ! " 
 
 VII. 
 
 And so, obedient to his wife s command, 
 The anxious sheik procured a little nook 
 
 In the Bazaar, where, sitting by a stand, 
 
 With much grimace he pored upon his book, 
 
 Peering around, at intervals, to spy 
 
 A customer, if such a thing were nigh. 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 And soon, indeed, a customer appeared, 
 A peasant pale and sweating with distress ; 
 
 " Good Father Pumpkin ! may your mighty beard " 
 (Bowing in reverence) " be never less ! 
 
 I come to crave your counsel, for, alas ! 
 
 Most learned Father, I have lost my ass." 
 
 IX. 
 
 " Now, curse the donkey ! " cried the puzzled man 
 (Unto himself), " and curse Fatima, too, 
 
 Who sent me here ! for, do the best I can, 
 And that s the best that any one can do, 
 
 I m sure to blunder." So, in sheer despair, 
 
 He named the graveyard : " Seek your donkey there ! 
 
 x. 
 
 It chanced the ass that very moment grazed 
 Within the graveyard, as the sheik had told ; 
 
 And so the peasant, joyful and amazed, 
 
 Gave thanks and money ; nor could he withhold 
 
 His pious prayers, but, bowing to the ground, 
 
 Cried : " Great is Allah ! for my ass is found ! " 
 
Always in Luck 33 
 
 XI. 
 
 " Allah is Allah ! " said the grateful sheik, 
 Returning homeward with his precious fee ; 
 
 " I much rejoice for dear Fatima s sake ; 
 
 Few men, in sooth, have such a mate as she ; 
 
 Most wives are bosh, or worse than bosh, but mine 
 
 In wit and beauty is almost divine ! " 
 
 XII. 
 
 Next day he hastened early to his post, 
 But found some clients had arrived before ; 
 
 One eager dame a skein of silk had lost ; 
 Another money ; and a dozen more, 
 
 Of either sex, were waiting to recover 
 
 A fickle mistress or a truant lover. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 With solemn face the sheik replied to each, 
 
 Whate er his whim might move his tongue to say ; 
 
 And all turned out according to his speech ; 
 And so it chanced for many a lucky day, 
 
 Till " Father Pumpkin " grew a famous seer, 
 
 Whose praise had even reached the Sultan s ear. 
 
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 XIV. 
 
 " Allah is Allah ! " cried the happy sheik, 
 " And never more, Fatima, will I doubt 
 
 Mohammed is his prophet ; let us take 
 
 Our ease henceforward " Here a sudden shout 
 
 Announced the Sultan s janissaries, sent, 
 
 They said, to seize him, but with kind intent. 
 
 xv. 
 " The Grand Seraglio has been robbed by knaves 
 
 Of all the royal jewels ; and the Porte, 
 To get them back again, your presence craves 
 
 In Stamboul ; he will pay you richly for t, 
 If you succeed ; if not, why then, instead 
 Of getting money you will lose your head ! " 
 
 XVI. 
 
 " My curse upon thee ! " cried the angry man 
 Unto Fatima ; " see what thou hast done ! 
 
 O woman, woman ! Since the world began, 
 All direst mischiefs underneath the sun 
 
 Are woman s doing " Here the Sultan s throng 
 
 Of janissaries bade him, " Come along ! " 
 
Always in Luck 35 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The Seer s arival being now proclaimed 
 Throughout the capital, the robbers quake 
 
 With very fear ; while, trembling and ashamed, 
 In deeper terror sits the wretched sheik, 
 
 Cursing Fatima for a wicked wife, 
 
 Whose rash ambition has betrayed his life. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 " But seven short days my sands have yet to run, 
 And then, alas ! I lose my foolish head ; 
 
 These seven white beans I 11 swallow, one by one, 
 To mark each passing day ere I am dead. 
 
 Alas ! alas ! the Sultan s hard decree ! 
 
 The sun is setting : there goes one /" said he. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Just then a thief (the leader of the band 
 Who stole the Sultan s jewels), passing by, 
 
 Heard the remark, and saw the lifted hand, 
 And ran away as fast as he could fly, 
 
 To tell his comrades that, beyond a doubt, 
 
 The cunning seer had fairly found them out. 
 
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 xx. 
 
 Next day another, ere the hour was dark, 
 
 Passed by the casement where the sheik was seen ; 
 
 His hand was lifted warningly, and hark ! 
 
 " There goes a second I" (swallowing the bean). 
 
 The robber fled, amazed, and told the crew 
 
 T was time to counsel what were best to do ! 
 
 XXI. 
 
 But still, as if the faintest doubt to cure, 
 The following eve the robbers sent a third ; 
 
 And so till six had made the matter sure, 
 (For unto each the same event occurred,) 
 
 When, taking counsel, they at once agreed 
 
 To seek the wizard and confess the deed. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 " Most reverend father ! " thus the chief began, 
 "Thy thoughts are just ; thy spoken words are true ; 
 
 To hide from thee surpasses mortal man ; 
 Our evil works henceforward we eschew, 
 
 For now we know that sinning never thrives : 
 
 Here, take the jewels, but O spare our lives ! " 
 
Always in Luck 37 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 44 The law enjoins," the joyful sheik replied, 
 
 " That bloody Death shall end the robber s days ; 
 
 But, that your sudden virtue may be tried, 
 
 Swear on the Koran you will mend your ways, 
 
 And then depart." The robbers roundly swore, 
 
 In Allah s name, that they would rob no more. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 " Allah is Allah ! " cried the grateful sheik, 
 Holding the jewels in the vizier s face. 
 
 The vizier answered, " Sir, be pleased to take 
 The casket to the Sultan." " No, your Grace," 
 
 The sheik replied : " the gems are here, you see ; 
 
 Pray, tell the Sultan he may come to me ! " 
 
 XXV. 
 
 The Sultan came, and, ravished to behold 
 The precious jewels to his hand restored, 
 
 He made the finder rich in thanks and gold, 
 And on the instant pledged his royal word, 
 
 And straight confirmed it in the Prophet s name, 
 
 To grant whatever he might choose to claim ! 
 
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 XXVI. 
 
 " Sire of the Faithful ! publish a decree," 
 
 The sheik made answer, " and proclaim to all, 
 
 That none henceforth shall ever question me 
 Of any matter either great or small ; 
 
 I ask no more. So shall my labors cease ; 
 
 My waning life I fain would spend in peace." 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 The Sultan answered : " Be it even so ; 
 
 And may your beard increase a thousand fold ; 
 And may your house with children overflow ! " 
 
 And so the sheik, o erwhelmed with praise and gold, 
 Returned unto the city whence he came, 
 Blessing Mohammed s and Fatima s name ! 
 
THE KING AND THE COTTAGER. 
 
 A PERSIAN TALE. 
 
THE KING AND THE COTTAGER. 
 
 A PERSIAN TALE. 
 I. 
 
 RAY list unto a legend 
 
 The ancient poets tell ; 
 T is of a mighty monarch 
 In Persia once did dwell ; 
 A mighty queer old monarch, 
 Who ruled his kingdom well. 
 
42 Clever Stories 
 
 ii. 
 
 " I must build another palace," 
 Observed this mighty king ; 
 
 " For this is getting shabby 
 Along the southern wing ; 
 
 And, really, for a monarch, 
 It is n t quite the thing ! 
 
 in. 
 
 " So I will have a new one, 
 
 Although I greatly fear 
 To build it just to suit me 
 
 Will cost me rather dear ; 
 And I 11 choose, God wot, another spot 
 
 Much finer than this here ! " 
 
 IV. 
 
 So he travelled o er his kingdom 
 
 A proper site to find, 
 Where he might build a palace 
 
 Exactly to his mind, 
 All with a pleasant prospect 
 
 Before it and behind. 
 
The King and the Cottager 43 
 
 v. 
 
 Not far with this endeavor 
 
 The king had travelled round, 
 Ere, to his royal pleasure, 
 
 A charming spot he found ; 
 But an ancient widow s hovel 
 
 Was standing on the ground. 
 
 VI. 
 
 "Ah ! here," exclaimed the monarch, 
 
 "Is just the proper spot, 
 If this woman would allow me 
 
 To remove her little cot " ; 
 But the beldam answered plainly, 
 
 She d rather he would not ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 " Within this lowly cottage, 
 
 Great monarch, I was born ; 
 And only from this cottage * 
 
 By Death will I be torn ; 
 So spare it, in your justice, 
 
 Or spoil it, in your scorn ! " 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 Then all the courtiers mocked her 
 With cruel words and jeers : 
 
 " T is plain her royal master 
 She neither loves nor fears ; 
 
 We would knock her ugly hovel 
 About her ugly ears ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 " When ever was a subject 
 
 Who might the king withstand ? 
 
 Or deem his spoken pleasure 
 As less than his command ? 
 
 Of course he 11 rout the beldam, 
 And confiscate her land ! " 
 
 x. 
 But, to their deep amazement, 
 
 His Majesty replied : 
 "Good woman, never heed them, 
 
 The king is on your side ; 
 Your cottage is your castle, 
 
 And here you shall abide ! 
 
The King and the Cottager 45 
 
 XI. 
 
 " To raze it in a moment 
 
 The power is mine, I grant ; 
 My absolute dominion 
 
 A hundred poets chant, 
 For being Khan of Persia, 
 
 There s nothing that I cant ! " 
 
 XII. 
 
 (T was in this pleasant fashion 
 
 The gracious monarch spoke ; 
 For kings have merry fancies, 
 
 Like other mortal folk ; 
 And none so high and mighty 
 
 But loves his little joke.) 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " But power is scarcely worthy 
 
 Of honor or applause, 
 That in its domination 
 
 Contemns the widow s cause, 
 Or perpetrates injustice 
 
 By trampling on the laws. 
 
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 XIV. 
 
 " That I have wronged the weakest, 
 No honest tongue may say ; 
 
 So bide you in your cottage, 
 Good woman, while you may ; 
 
 What s yours by deed and purchase, 
 No man may take away ! 
 
 xv. 
 
 " And I will build beside it ; 
 
 For though your cot may be 
 In such a goodly presence 
 
 No fitting thing to see, 
 If it honor not my castle, 
 
 It will surely honor me ! 
 
 XVI. 
 
 " For so my loyal people 
 Who gaze upon the sight 
 
 Shall know that in oppression 
 I do not take delight, 
 
 Nor hold a king s convenience 
 Before a subject s right ! " 
 
The King and the Cottager 47 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Now from his spoken purpose 
 
 The king departed not ; 
 He built the royal dwelling 
 
 Upon the chosen spot ; 
 And there they stood together, 
 
 The palace and the cot ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Sure such unseemly neighbors 
 
 Were never seen before ; 
 " His Majesty is doting ! " 
 
 Some silly courtiers swore ; 
 But all true loyal subjects, 
 
 They loved the king the more. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Long, long he ruled his kingdom 
 
 In honor and renown ; 
 But danger ever threatens 
 
 The head that wears a crown ; 
 And Fortune, tired of smiling, 
 
 For once put on a frown. 
 
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 xx. 
 
 For ever secret envy 
 Attends a high estate ; 
 
 And ever lurking malice 
 
 Pursues the good and great ; 
 
 And ever base ambition 
 Will end in deadly hate. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 And so two wicked courtiers, 
 Who long had strove in vain, 
 
 By craft and evil counsels, 
 To mar the monarch s reign, 
 
 Contrived a scheme infernal 
 Whereby he should be slain. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 But, as all deeds of darkness 
 Are wont to leave a clew 
 
 Before the glaring sunlight 
 To bring the knaves to view, 
 
 That sin may be rewarded, 
 And Satan get his due, 
 
The King and the Cottager 49 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 To plan their wicked treason 
 
 They sought a lonely spot 
 Behind the royal palace, 
 
 Hard by the widow s cot, 
 Who heard their machinations, 
 
 And straight revealed the plot ! 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 " I see," exclaimed the Persian, 
 
 " The just are wise alone ; 
 Who spares the rights of others 
 
 May chance to guard his own ; 
 The widow s humble cottage 
 
 Has propped a monarch s throne ! " 
 
THE TARTAR WHO CAUGHT A 
 TARTAR. 
 
 A HUNGARIAN LEGEND. 
 
THE TARTAR WHO CAUGHT A TARTAR. 
 
 A HUNGARIAN LEGEND. 
 I. 
 
 HERE S trouble in Hungary, now, alas! 
 There s trouble on every hand ; 
 
 For that terrible man, 
 
 The Tartar Khan, 
 Is ravaging over the land ! 
 
54 Clever Stories 
 
 ii. 
 
 He is riding forth with his ugly men, 
 To rob and ravish and slay : 
 For deeds like those, 
 You may well suppose, 
 Are quite in the Tartar-way. 
 
 in. 
 
 And now he comes, that terrible chief, 
 To a mansion grand and old : 
 
 And he peers about 
 
 Within and without, 
 And what do his eyes behold ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 A thousand cattle in fold and field, 
 And sheep all over the plain, 
 
 And noble steeds, 
 
 Of rarest breeds, 
 And beautiful crops of grain. 
 
The Tartar who caught a Tartar 55 
 v. 
 
 But finer still is the hoarded wealth 
 That his ravished eyes behold, 
 
 In silver plate 
 
 Of wondrous weight, 
 And jewels of pearl and gold ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 A nobleman owns this fine estate 
 And when the robber he sees, 
 T is not very queer 
 He quakes with fear, 
 And trembles a bit in the knees ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 He quakes in fear of his precious life, 
 And scarce suppressing a groan, 
 
 " Good Tartar," says he, 
 
 " Whatever you see 
 Be pleased to reckon your own ! " 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 The Khan looked round in a leisurely way 
 As one who is puzzled to choose ; 
 
 When, cocking his ear, 
 
 He chanced to hear 
 The creak of feminine shoes ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 The Tartar smiled a villanous smile. 
 When, like a lily in bloom, 
 
 A lady fair 
 
 With golden hair 
 Came gliding into the room ! 
 
 x. 
 
 The robber stared with amorous eyes ; 
 Was ever so winning a face ? 
 
 And long he gazed 
 
 As one amazed 
 To see such beauty and grace ! 
 
The Tartar who caught a Tartar 57 
 
 XI. 
 
 A moment more, and the lawless man 
 Had seized his struggling prey, 
 
 Without remorse, 
 
 And taking horse 
 He bore the lady away ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 " Now Heaven be praised ! " the nobleman cried, 
 " For many a mercy to me ! 
 
 I bow me still 
 
 Unto His will. 
 God pity the Tartar ! " said he. 
 
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THE BLIND MEN AND THE 
 ELEPHANT. 
 
 A HINDOO FABLE. 
 
THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT. 
 
 A HINDOO FABLE. 
 
 T was six men of Indostan, 
 
 To learning much inclined, 
 Who went to see the Elephant, 
 (Though all of them were blind,) 
 That each by observation 
 Might satisfy his mind. 
 
62 Clever Stories 
 
 n. 
 The First approached the Elephant, 
 
 And happening to fall 
 Against his broad and sturdy side, 
 
 At once began to bawl : 
 " God bless me ! but the Elephant 
 
 Is very like a wall ! " 
 
 in. 
 The Second, feeling of the tusk, 
 
 Cried, " Ho ! what have we here 
 So very round and smooth and sharp ? 
 
 To me t is mighty clear 
 This wonder of an Elephant 
 
 Is very like a spear ! " 
 
 IV. 
 
 The Third approached the animal, 
 
 And, happening to take 
 The squirming trunk within his hands, 
 
 Thus boldly up and spake : 
 " I see," quoth he, " the Elephant 
 
 Is very like a snake ! " 
 
The Blind Men and the Elephant 63 
 
 v. 
 
 The Fotirth reached out his eager hand, 
 
 And felt about the knee ; 
 " What most this wondrous beast is like 
 
 Is mighty plain," quoth he ; 
 " T is clear enough the Elephant 
 
 Is very like a tree ! " 
 
 VI. 
 
 The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear, 
 
 Said, " E en the blindest man 
 Can tell what this resembles most : 
 
 Deny the fact who can, 
 This marvel of an Elephant 
 
 Is very like a fan ! " 
 
 VII. 
 
 The Sixth no sooner had begun 
 
 About the beast to grope, 
 Than, seizing on the swinging tail 
 
 That fell within his scope, 
 " I see," quoth he, " the Elephant 
 
 Is very like a rope ! " 
 
64 Clever Stories 
 
 VIII. 
 
 And so these men of Indostan 
 Disputed loud and long, 
 
 Each in his own opinion 
 Exceeding stiff and strong, 
 
 Though each was partly in the right, 
 And all were in the wrong ! 
 
 MORAL. 
 
 So, oft in theologic wars 
 The disputants, I ween, 
 
 Rail on in utter ignorance 
 Of what each other mean, 
 
 And prate about an Elephant 
 Not one of tJiem has seen ! 
 
THE CALIPH AND THE CRIPPLE 
 
 AN ARABIAN TALE. 
 
 ^ f$y^ 
 
THE CALIPH AND THE CRIPPLE. 
 
 AN ARABIAN TALE. 
 
 (HE Caliph BEN AKAS, whose surname 
 
 was " Wise," 
 
 From the wisdom and wit he displayed, 
 One morning rode forth in a merchant s disguise 
 To see how his laws were obeyed. 
 
68 Clever Stories 
 
 n. 
 
 While riding along, in a leisurely way, 
 
 A beggar came up to his side, 
 And said, " In the name of the Prophet, I pray 
 
 You 11 give a poor cripple a ride." 
 
 in. 
 
 Ben Akas, amazed at the mendicant s prayer, 
 Asked where he was wishing to go ; 
 
 " I m going," he said, " to the neighboring fair ; 
 But my crutches are wretchedly slow." 
 
 IV. 
 
 " Get up ! " said the Caliph, "a saddle like this 
 
 Is hardly sufficient for two ; 
 And yet, by the Prophet ! t were greatly amiss 
 
 To snub a poor cripple like you ! " 
 
 v. 
 The beggar got up, and together they rode 
 
 Till they came to the neighboring town, 
 When, hard by the house where the Cadi abode, 
 
 He bade his companion get down. 
 
The Caliph and the Cripple 69 
 
 VI. 
 
 " Nay, get down yourself 7 " was the fellow s reply, 
 
 Without the least shame or remorse ; 
 " Indeed ! " said the Caliph, " and pray tell me why ? " 
 
 Quoth the beggar, " To give me the horse ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 " You know very well that the nag is my own ; 
 
 And if you resort to the laws, 
 You do not imagine your story alone 
 
 Sufficient to carry the cause ? 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " The Cadi is reckoned the wisest of men, 
 
 And, looking at you and at me, 
 After hearing us both, t is a hundred to ten 
 
 The cripple will get the decree." 
 
 IX. 
 
 " Very well ! " said Ben Akas, astonished to hear 
 
 The impudent fellow s discourse, 
 " If the Cadi is wise, there is little to fear 
 
 But I soon shall recover my horse." 
 
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 x. 
 
 " Agreed ! " said the beggar, " whate er the decree, 
 
 The verdict shall find me content " ; 
 " As to that," said the other, " we 11 presently see " ; 
 
 And so to the Cadi they went. 
 
 XI. 
 
 It chanced that a cause was engrossing the Cadi, 
 Where a woman occasioned the strife ; 
 
 And both parties claimed the identical lady 
 As being his own lawful wife. 
 
 XII. 
 
 The one was a peasant ; a scholar the other ; 
 
 And each made a speech in his turn ; 
 But what was a very particular bother 
 
 The woman refused to be sworn. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " Enough for the present ! " the Cadi declared, 
 " Come back in the morning," said he ; 
 
 " And now " (to Ben Akas) " the Court is prepared 
 To hear what your grievance may be ! " 
 
The CalipJi and the Cripple 7 i 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Ben Akas no sooner the truth had narrated, 
 
 When the beggar as coolly replies, 
 " I swear, by the Prophet \ the fellow has stated 
 
 A parcel of impudent lies ! 
 
 xv. 
 
 " I was coming to market, and when I descried 
 
 A man by the wayside alone, 
 Looking weary and faint, why, I gave him a ride ; 
 
 Now he swears that the horse is his own ! " 
 
 xvi. 
 
 " Very well," said the Judge, " let us go to the stable 
 
 And each shall select in his turn." 
 Ben Akas went first, and was easily able 
 
 His favorite steed to discern. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The cripple went next ; though the stable was full, 
 
 The true one was instantly shown ; 
 " Your Honor," said he, " did you think me so dull 
 
 That I could n t distinguish my own ? " 
 
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 XVIII. 
 
 Next morning the Cadi came into the court, 
 
 And sat himself down at his ease ; 
 And thither the suitors and people resort 
 
 To list to the Judge s decrees. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 First calling the Scholar, who sued for his spouse, 
 His Honor thus settled the doubt : 
 
 " The woman is yours ; take her home to your house, 
 And don t let her often go out." 
 
 xx. 
 
 Then calling before him Ben Akas, whose cause 
 Stood next in the calendar s course, 
 
 He said : " By the Prophet s inflexible laws, 
 Let the merchant recover his horse ! 
 
 XXI. 
 
 " And as for the beggar, I further decide 
 
 His villany fairly has earned 
 A good hundred lashes well laid on his hide ; 
 
 Meshallah ! The court is adjourned ! " 
 
The Caliph and the Cripple 73 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Ben Akas that night sought the Cadi s abode, 
 And said, " T is the CALIPH you see ! 
 
 Though hither, indeed, as a merchant I rode, 
 I am ABOU BEN AKAS to thee ! " 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 The Cadi, abashed, made the lowest of bows, 
 
 And, kissing his Majesty s hand, 
 Cried, " Great is the honor you do to my house ; 
 
 I wait for your royal command ! " 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 " I fain would possess," was the Caliph s reply, 
 
 " Your wisdom ; so tell me, I pray, 
 How your Honor discovered where justice might lie 
 
 In the causes decided to-day." 
 
 xxv. 
 " Why, as to the woman," the Cadi replied, 
 
 " It was easily settled, I think ; 
 Just taking the lady a moment aside, 
 
 I said, Fill my standish with ink. 
 
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 XXVI. 
 
 " And quick, at the order, the bottle was taken, 
 
 With a dainty and dexterous hold ; 
 The standish was washed ; the fluid was shaken ; 
 
 New cotton put in for the old 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 44 1 see ! " said the Caliph ; " the story is pleasant ; 
 
 Of course it was easy to tell 
 The Scholar swore truly, the spouse of a peasant 
 
 Could never have done it so well. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 And now for the horse ? " " That was harder, I own, 
 
 For, mark you, the beggarly elf 
 (However the rascal may chance to have known) 
 
 Knew the palfrey as well as yourself ! 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 " But the truth was apparent, the moment I learned 
 What the animal thought of the two ; 
 
 The impudent cripple he savagely spurned, 
 But was plainly delighted with you ! " 
 
The Calipk and the Cripple 75 
 
 xxx. 
 
 Ben Akas sat musing and silent awhile, 
 
 As one whom devotion employs ; 
 Then, raising his head with a heavenly smile, 
 
 He said, in a reverent voice : 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 " Sure, Allah is good and abundant in grace ! 
 
 Thy wisdom is greater than mine ; 
 I would that the Caliph might rule in his place 
 
 As well as thou servest in thine ! " 
 
THE PIOUS BRAHMIN AND HIS 
 NEIGHBORS. 
 
 A HINDOO FABLE. 
 
THE PIOUS BRAHMIN AND HIS NEIGH 
 BORS. 
 
 A HINDOO FABLE. 
 
 PIOUS Brahmin made a vow 
 
 Upon a certain day, 
 To sacrifice a fatted sheep, 
 And so, his vow to pay, 
 One morning to the market-place 
 The Brahmin took his way. 
 
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 n. 
 It chanced three cunning neighbors, 
 
 Three rogues of brazen brow, 
 Had formed the wicked purpose 
 
 (My tale will tell you how) 
 To cheat the pious Brahmin, 
 
 And profit by his vow. 
 
 in. 
 
 The leader of these cunning knaves 
 
 Went forth upon the road, 
 And, bearing on his shoulders 
 
 What seemed a heavy load, 
 He met the pious Brahmin 
 
 Not far from his abode. 
 
 IV. 
 
 " What have you there ? " the Brahmin said. 
 
 " Indeed," the man replies, 
 " I have the finest, fattest sheep, 
 
 And of the largest size ; 
 A sheep well worthy to be slain 
 
 In solemn sacrifice ! " 
 
The Pious Brahmin and /us Neighbors 81 
 
 v. 
 
 And then the rogue laid down his load, 
 
 And from a bag drew forth 
 A scurvy dog ! " See there ! " he cried, 
 
 " The finest sheep on earth ! 
 And you shall have him, if you will, 
 
 For less than he is worth." 
 
 VI. 
 
 " Wretch ! " cried the pious Brahmin, 
 
 " To call a beast so mean 
 A goodly sheep ! T is but a dog, 
 
 Accursed and unclean ; 
 The foulest, leanest, lamest cur 
 
 That ever yet was seen ! " 
 
 VII. 
 
 Just then the second rogue came up : 
 " What luck ! " he said, " to find 
 
 So soon a sheep in flesh and fleece 
 Exactly to my mind ! " 
 
 " A sheep ? " exclaimed the Brahmin, 
 " Then I am surely blind ! " 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 " You must be very blind indeed, 
 
 Or fond of telling lies, 
 To say the beast is not a sheep ! " 
 
 The cunning rogue replies ; 
 " Go get a leech to mend your tongue, 
 
 Or else to mend your eyes ! " 
 
 IX. 
 
 Now while these men disputed thus, 
 The other rogue drew near, 
 
 And all agreed this honest man 
 Should make the matter clear. 
 
 " O stranger ! " cried the Brahmin, 
 " What creature have we here ? " 
 
 x. 
 
 " A goodly sheep ! " the stranger said. 
 
 " Alas ! " the Brahmin cried, 
 " A moment since I would have sworn 
 
 This honest fellow lied ; 
 But now I know it is a sheep, 
 
 Since thus you all decide." 
 
The Pious Brahmin and his Neighbors 83 
 
 XI. 
 
 And so it was the cunning knaves 
 
 Prevailed in their device ; 
 The pious Brahmin bought the dog, 
 
 Nor higgled at the price ; 
 " T will make," he said, " unto the gods 
 
 A pleasing sacrifice ! " 
 
 XII. 
 
 But ill betide the fatal hour 
 
 His filthy blood was shed ; 
 It brought no benison, alas ! 
 
 Upon the Brahmin s head ; 
 The gods were angry at the deed, 
 
 And sent a curse instead. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 The meaning of this pleasant tale 
 
 Is very plainly shown ; 
 The man is sure to fall at last 
 
 Who does n t stand alone ; 
 Don t trust to other people s eyes, 
 
 But learn to mind your own. 
 
THE THREE GIFTS 
 
 A TALE OF NORTH GERMANY. 
 
THE THREE GIFTS. 
 
 A TALE OF NORTH GERMANY. 
 
 HREE gentlemen mounted their horses 
 
 one day, 
 
 And far in the country they rode, 
 Till they came to a cottage that stood by the way, 
 Where an honest old weaver abode. 
 
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 n. 
 This honest old weaver was wretchedly poor, 
 
 Yet he never was surly nor sad ; 
 He welcomed the travellers into his door, 
 
 And gave them the best that he had. 
 
 in. 
 
 They ate and they drank till the weaver began 
 To fear that they never would cease ; 
 
 But when they had finished, they gave to the man 
 A hundred gold guineas apiece. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Then the gentlemen mounted their horses again, 
 And, bidding the weaver " Good night," 
 
 Went dashing away over valley and plain, 
 And were presently lost to his sight. 
 
 v. 
 
 Sure never was weaver so happy before, 
 And never seemed guineas so bright ; 
 
 He counted the pieces a hundred times o er, 
 With more than a miser s delight. 
 
Tke Three Gifts 89 
 
 VI. 
 
 Then snug in some rags he hid them away, 
 
 As if he had got them by stealth, 
 Lest his meddlesome wife, who was absent that day, 
 
 Should know of his wonderful wealth. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Soon after a travelling rag-dealer came, 
 
 The rags in the bundle were sold, 
 And with them (the woman was little to blame !) 
 
 The three hundred guineas of gold. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 When a calendar year had vanished and fled, 
 
 The gentlemen came as before ; 
 " Now how does it happen," they moodily said, 
 
 " We find you so wretchedly poor ? " 
 
 IX. 
 
 " Alas ! " said the weaver, " this many a day 
 
 The money is missing, in sooth ; 
 In a bundle of rags it was hidden away, 
 
 ( Fore God ! I am telling the truth !) 
 
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 x. 
 
 " But once, in my absence, a rag-dealer came, 
 
 The rags in the bundle were sold, 
 And with them (the woman was surely to blame ! ) 
 
 The three hundred guineas of gold." 
 
 XI. 
 
 " It was foolishly done," the gentlemen swore ; 
 
 " Now, prithee, be careful of these " ; 
 And they gave him again the same as before 
 
 A hundred gold guineas apiece. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Then the gentlemen mounted their horses again, 
 And, bidding the weaver " Good night," 
 
 Went dashing away over valley and plain, 
 And were presently lost to his sight. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " I faith ! " said the weaver, " no wonder they chid ; 
 
 But now I am wiser, I trust " ; 
 So the three hundred guineas he carefully hid 
 
 Far down in a barrel of dust. 
 
The Three Gifts 91 
 
 XIV. 
 
 But soon, in his absence, a dustman came, 
 
 The dust in the barrel was sold ; 
 And with it (the woman was little to blame ! ) 
 
 The three hundred guineas of gold. 
 
 xv. 
 
 When a calendar year had vanished and fled, 
 
 The gentlemen came as before ; 
 " Now how does it happen," they angrily said, 
 
 " We find you so wretchedly poor ? " 
 
 XVI. 
 
 44 Was ever," he cried, " so luckless a wight ? 
 
 As surely as Heaven is just, 
 The money I hid from my spouse s sight 
 
 Far down in a barrel of dust ; 
 
 xvn. 
 
 44 But when I was absent the dustman came, 
 
 The dust in the barrel was sold, 
 And with it (the woman was surely to blame !) 
 
 The three hundred guineas of gold." 
 
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 XVIII. 
 
 " Take that for your folly ! " the gentlemen said ; 
 
 " Was ever so silly a wight ? " 
 And they tossed on the table a lump of lead, 
 
 And were presently out of his sight. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 " T is plain," said the weaver, " they meant to flout 
 
 And little I marvel ; alas ! 
 My wife is a fool ; and there is n t a doubt 
 
 That I am an arrant ass ! " 
 
 xx. 
 
 While thus he was musing in sorrow and shame, 
 
 And wishing that he was dead, 
 Into his cottage a fisherman came 
 
 To borrow a lump of lead. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 " Ah ! here," he cried, " is the thing I wish 
 
 To mend my broken net ; 
 Will you give it me for the finest fish 
 
 That I this day may get ? " 
 
Tkc Three Gifts 93 
 
 XXII. 
 
 " With all my heart ! " the weaver replies ; 
 
 And so the fisherman brought 
 That night a fish of wondrous size, 
 
 The finest that he had caught. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 He opened the fish, when lo and behold ! 
 
 He found a precious stone ; 
 A diamond large as the lead he sold, 
 
 And bright as the morning sun ! 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 For a thousand guineas the stone he sold, 
 
 (It was worth a hundred more,) 
 And never, t is said, in bliss or gold, 
 
 Was weaver so rich before ! 
 
 XXV. 
 
 But often to keep her sway, no doubt, 
 
 As a genuine woman must 
 The wife would say, "/ brought it about 
 
 By selling the rags and dust ! " 
 
THE YOUTH AND THE NORTH 
 WIND. 
 
 A TALE OF NORWAY. 
 
Si 
 
 
 THE YOUTH AND THE NORTH-WIND. 
 
 A TALE OF NORWAY. 
 
 NCE on a time t was long ago 
 
 There lived a worthy dame 
 Who sent her son to fetch some flour, 
 For she was old and lame. 
 
98 Clever Stories 
 
 ii. 
 
 But while he loitered on the road, 
 The North-wind chanced to stray 
 
 Across the careless younker s path, 
 And stole the flour away. 
 
 in. 
 
 " Alas ! what shall we do for bread ? " 
 Exclaimed the weeping lad ; 
 
 " The flour is gone ! the flour is gone ! 
 And it was all we had ! " 
 
 IV. 
 
 And so he sought the North-wind s cave 
 
 Beside the distant main ; 
 " Good Master Boreas ! " said the lad, 
 
 " I want my flour again ! 
 
 v. 
 
 " T was all we had to live upon, - 
 
 My mother old and I ; 
 O give us back the flour again, 
 
 Or we shall surely die ! " 
 
The Youth and the North-wind 99 
 
 VI. 
 
 " I have it not," the North-wind growled, 
 
 " But for your lack of bread, 
 I give to you this table-cloth ; 
 
 T will serve you well instead ; 
 
 VII. 
 
 " For you have but to spread it out, 
 
 And every costly dish 
 Will straight appear at your command, 
 
 Whatever you may wish." 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The lad received the magic cloth 
 
 With wonder and delight, 
 And thanked the donor heartily, 
 
 As well indeed he might. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Returning homeward, at an inn 
 
 Just half his journey through, 
 He fain must show his table-cloth, 
 
 And what the cloth could do. 
 
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 x. 
 
 So, while he slept, the knavish host 
 
 Went slyly to his bed, 
 And stole the cloth, but shrewdly placed 
 
 Another in its stead. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Unknowing what the rogue had done, 
 
 The lad went on his way, 
 And came unto his journey s end 
 
 Just at the close of day. 
 
 XII. 
 
 He showed the dame his table-cloth, 
 
 And told her of its power ; 
 " Good sooth ! " he cried, " t was well for us 
 
 The North-wind stole the flour ! " 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " Perhaps," exclaimed the cautious crone, 
 
 " The story may be true ; 
 T is mighty little good, I ween, 
 
 Your table-cloth can do ! " 
 
Youth and the North-wind 101 
 
 XIV. 
 
 And now the younker spread it forth, 
 And tried the spell, alas ! 
 
 Twas but a common table-cloth, 
 And nothing came to pass. 
 
 xv. 
 Then to the North-wind, far away, 
 
 He sped with might and main ; 
 " Your table-cloth is good for naught ; 
 
 I want my flour again ! " 
 
 XVI. 
 
 " I have it not," the North-wind growled, 
 " But, for your lack of bread, 
 
 I give to you this little goat, 
 T will serve you well instead ; 
 
 XVII. 
 
 " For you have but to tell him this : 
 Make money ! Master Bill ! 
 
 And he will give you golden coins, 
 As many as you will ! " 
 
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 XVIII. 
 
 The lad received the magic goat, 
 
 With wonder and delight, 
 And thanked the donor heartily, 
 rv As well indeed he might. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Returning homeward, at the inn 
 Just half his journey through, 
 
 He fain must show his little goat, 
 And what the goat could do. 
 
 xx. 
 
 So while he slept, the knavish host 
 
 Went slyly to the shed, 
 And stole the goat, but shrewdly placed 
 
 Another in his stead. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Unknowing what the rogue had done, 
 
 The youth went on his way, 
 And reached his weary journey s end 
 
 Just at the close of day. 
 
The Youth and the North-wind 103 
 
 XXII. 
 
 He showed the dame his magic goat, 
 
 And told her of his power ; 
 " Good sooth ! " he cried, " t was well for us 
 
 The North-wind stole the flour ! " 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 " I much misdoubt," the dame replied, 
 
 " Your wondrous tale is true ; 
 T is little good, for hungry folk, 
 
 Your silly goat can do ! " 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 " Good Master Bill ! " the lad exclaimed, 
 
 " Make money ! " but, alas ! 
 T was nothing but a common goat, 
 
 And nothing came to pass ! 
 
 xxv. 
 
 Then to the North-wind, angrily, 
 
 He sped with might and main : 
 " Your foolish goat is good for naught ; 
 
 I want mv flour ap-ain ! " 
 
 want my flour again 
 
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 XXVI. 
 
 " I have it not," the North-wind growled, 
 " Nor can I give you aught, 
 
 Except this cudgel, which, indeed, 
 A magic charm has got ; 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 " For you have but to tell it this : 
 
 My cudgel ! hit away ! 
 And, till you bid it stop again, 
 
 The cudgel will obey." 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Returning home, he stopped at night 
 Where he had lodged before ; 
 
 And feigning to be fast asleep, 
 He soon began to snore. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 And when the host would steal the staff, 
 The sleeper muttered, " Stay, 
 
 I see what you would fain be at ; 
 Good cudgel ! hit away ! " 
 
The Youth and the North-wind 105 
 
 XXX. 
 
 The cudgel thumped about his ears, 
 
 Till he began to cry, 
 " O stop the staff, for mercy s sake ! 
 
 Or I shall surely die ! " 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 But still the cudgel thumped away 
 
 Until the rascal said, 
 " I 11 give you back the cloth and goat : 
 
 O spare my broken head ! " 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 And so it was the lad reclaimed 
 
 His table-cloth and goat ; 
 And, growing rich, at length became 
 
 A man of famous note. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 He kept his mother tenderly, 
 
 And cheered her waning life ; 
 And married as you may suppose 
 
 A princess for a wife ; 
 
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 xxxiv. 
 
 And while he lived had ever near, 
 To favor worthy ends, 
 
 A cudgel for his enemies, 
 And money for his friends ! 
 
THE UGLY AUNT. 
 
 A TALE FROM THE NORWEGIAN. 
 

 THE UGLY AUNT. 
 
 A TALE FROM THE NORWEGIAN. 
 I. 
 
 T was a little maiden 
 
 Lived long and long ago, 
 (Though when it was, and where it was, 
 I m sure I do not know,) 
 And her face was all the fortune 
 This maiden had to show. 
 
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 n. 
 
 And yet what many people 
 Will think extremely rare 
 
 In one who, like this maiden, 
 Ne er knew a mother s care 
 
 The neighbors all asserted 
 That she was good as fair. 
 
 III. 
 
 u Alack ! " exclaimed the damsel, 
 While bitter tears she shed, 
 
 " I m little skilled to labor, 
 And yet I must be fed ; 
 
 I fain by daily service 
 
 Would earn my daily bread." 
 
 IV. 
 
 And so she sought a palace 
 Where dwelt a mighty queen, 
 
 And when the royal lady 
 The little maid had seen, 
 
 She loved her for her beauty, 
 Despite her lowly mien. 
 
The Ugly Aunt in 
 
 v. 
 
 Not long she served her Majesty 
 
 Ere jealousy arose, 
 (Because she was the favorite, 
 
 As you may well suppose,) 
 And all the other servants 
 
 Became her bitter foes. 
 
 VI. 
 
 And so these false companions, 
 
 In envy of her face, 
 Contrived a wicked stratagem 
 
 To bring her to disgrace, 
 And fill her soul with sorrow, 
 
 And rob her of her place. 
 
 VII. 
 
 They told her royal Majesty, 
 
 (Most arrant liars they !) 
 That often, in their gossiping, 
 
 They d heard the maiden say 
 That she could spin a pound of flax 
 
 All in a single day ! 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 " Indeed ! " exclaimed her Majesty, 
 " I m fond of spinning, too ; 
 
 So come, my little maiden, 
 
 And make your boasting true ; 
 
 Or else your foolish vanity 
 You presently may rue ! " 
 
 IX. 
 
 Alas ! the hapless damsel 
 
 Was now afflicted sore : 
 No mother e er had taught her 
 
 In such ingenious lore ; 
 A spinning-wheel in all her life 
 
 She ne er had seen before. 
 
 x. 
 
 But fearing much to tell the queen 
 How she had been belied. 
 
 She tried to spin upon the wheel, 
 And still in vain she tried ; 
 
 And so t was all that she could do 
 She sat her down and cried. 
 
The Ugly Aunt 113 
 
 XI. 
 
 Now while she thus laments her fate 
 
 In sorrow deep and wild, 
 A beldam stands before her view, 
 
 And says, in accents mild, 
 " What ails thee now, my pretty one, 
 
 Say, what s the matter, child ! " 
 
 XII. 
 
 Soon as she heard the piteous case, 
 
 " Cheer up ! " the beldam said, 
 " I 11 spin for thee the pound of flax, 
 
 And thou shalt go to bed, 
 If only thou wilt call me Aunt/ 
 
 The day that thou art wed ! " 
 
 XIII. 
 
 The maiden promised true and fair, 
 
 And when the day was done, 
 The queen went in to see the task, 
 
 And found it fairly spun ; 
 Quoth she, " I love thee passing well, 
 
 And thou shalt wed my son ! 
 
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 XIV. 
 
 " For one who spins so well as thee, 
 (In sooth ! t is wondrous fine ! ) 
 
 With beauty, too, so very rare, 
 And goodness such as thine, 
 
 Should be the daughter of a queen, 
 And I will have thee mine ! " 
 
 xv. 
 Now when the wedding-day had come, 
 
 And, decked in royal pride, 
 Around the smoking table sat 
 
 The bridegroom and the bride, 
 With all the royal kinsfolk, 
 
 And many guests beside, 
 
 XVI. 
 
 In came a beldam, with a frisk ; 
 
 Was ever dame so bold ? 
 Or one so lean and wrinkled, 
 
 So. ugly and so old/ 
 Or with a nose so very long 
 
 And shocking to behold ? 
 
The Ugly Aunt 115 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Now while they sat in wonderment 
 
 This curious dame to see, 
 She said unto the Princess, 
 
 As bold as bold could be, 
 " Good morrow, gentle lady ! " 
 
 " Good morrow, Aunt ! " quoth she. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 The Prince with gay demeanor, 
 
 But with an inward groan, 
 Then bade her sit at table, 
 
 And said, in friendly tone, 
 " If you re my bride s relation, 
 
 Why then you are my own ! " 
 
 XIX. 
 
 When dinner now was ended, 
 
 As you may well suppose, 
 The Prince still thought about his Aunt, 
 
 And still his wonder rose 
 Where could the ugly beldam 
 
 Have got so long a nose ! 
 
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 xx. 
 
 At last he plainly asked her, 
 
 Before that merry throng, 
 And she as plainly answered, 
 
 (Nor deemed his freedom wrong,) 
 " T was spinning in my girlhood 
 
 That made my nose so long ! " 
 
 XXI. 
 
 " Indeed ! " exclaimed his Highness, 
 
 And then and there he swore, 
 " Though spinning made me husband 
 
 To her whom I adore, 
 Lest she should spoil her beauty, 
 
 Why, she shall spin no more ! " 
 
 * If the present version is more simple in plot than the prose story 
 in the " Norske Folkeeventer" it certainly gains something in refine 
 ment by the variation. 
 
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HO-HO OF THE GOLDEN BELT. 
 
 ONE OF THE " NINE STORIES OF CHINA. 
 
HO-HO OF THE GOLDEN BELT. 
 
 ONE OF THE "NINE STORIES OF CHINA." 
 
 BEAUTIFUL maiden was little MIN-NE, 
 Eldest daughter of wise WANG-KE : 
 Her skin had the color of saffron tea, 
 And her nose was flat as flat could be ; 
 And never were seen such beautiful eyes, 
 Two almond-kernels in shape and size, 
 
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 Set in a couple of slanting gashes, 
 
 And not in the least disfigured by lashes ; 
 
 And then such feet ! 
 
 You d scarcely meet 
 In the longest walk through the grandest street 
 
 (And you might go seeking 
 
 From Nanking to Peeking) 
 A pair so remarkably small and neat 
 
 Two little stumps, 
 
 Mere pedal lumps, 
 
 That toddle along with the funniest thumps, 
 In China, you know, .are reckoned trumps. 
 It seems a trifle, to make such a boast of it ; 
 
 But how they will dress it, 
 
 And bandage and press it, 
 By making the least, to make the most of it ! 
 
 As you may suppose, 
 She had plenty of beaux 
 Bowing around her beautiful toes, 
 Praising her feet, and eyes, and nose 
 In rapturous verse and elegant prose ! 
 
Ho-Ho of the Golden Belt 1 2 1 
 
 She had lots of lovers, old and young ; 
 There was lofty LONG, and babbling LUNG, 
 Opulent TIN, and eloquent TUNG, 
 Musical SING, and, the rest among, 
 Great HANG-YU and YU-BE-HUNG. 
 
 But though they smiled and smirked and bowed, 
 
 None could please her of all the crowd ; 
 
 LUNG and TUNG she thought too loud ; 
 
 Opulent TIN was much too proud ; 
 
 Lofty LONG was quite too tall ; 
 
 Musical SING sung very small ; 
 
 And, most remarkable freak of all, 
 
 Of great HANG-YU the lady made game, 
 
 And YU-BE-HUNG she mocked the same, 
 
 By echoing back his ugly name ! 
 
 But the hardest heart is doomed to melt ; 
 Love is a passion that will be felt ; 
 And just when scandal was makfhg free 
 To hint " what a pretty old maid she d be," 
 
 Little Min-Ne y 
 
 Who but she ? 
 
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 Married Ho-Ho of the Golden Belt ! 
 
 A man, I must own, of bad reputation, 
 
 And low in purse, though high in station, - 
 
 A sort of Imperial poor-relation, 
 
 Who ranked as the Emperor s second cousin 
 
 Multiplied by a hundred dozen ; 
 
 And, to mark the love the Emperor felt, 
 Had a pension clear 
 Of three pounds a year, 
 
 And the honor of wearing a Golden Belt ! 
 
 And gallant Ho-Ho 
 
 Could really show 
 A handsome face, as faces go 
 In this Flowery Land, where, you must know, 
 The finest flowers of beauty grow. 
 He d the very widest kind of jaws, 
 And his nails were like an eagle s claws, 
 And though it may seem a wondrous tail 
 (Truth is mighty and will prevail ! ) 
 He d a queue as long as the deepest cause 
 Under the Emperor s chancery-laws ! 
 
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 Yet how he managed to win MiN-NE 
 
 The men declared they could n t see ; 
 
 But all the ladies, over their tea, 
 
 In this one point were known to agree : 
 
 Four gifts were sent to aid his plea : 
 
 A smoking-pipe with a golden clog, 
 
 A box of tea, and a poodle dog, 
 
 And a painted heart that was all a-flame, 
 
 And bore, in blood, the lover s name. 
 
 Ah ! how could presents pretty as these 
 A delicate lady fail to please ? 
 She smoked the pipe with the golden clog, 
 And drank the tea, and ate the dog, 
 And kept the heart, and that s the way 
 The match was made, the gossips say. 
 
 I can t describe the wedding day, 
 Which fell in the lovely month of May ; 
 Nor stop to tell of the Honey-Moon, 
 And how it vanished all too soon ; 
 Alas ! that I the truth must speak, 
 And say that in the fourteenth week, 
 
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 Soon as the wedding-guests were gone, 
 And their wedding-suits began to doff, 
 
 MiN-NE was weeping and " taking on," 
 For he had been trying to " take her off ! " 
 
 Six wives before he had sent to Heaven, 
 And being partial to number " Seven," 
 He wished to add his latest pet, 
 Just, perhaps, to make up the set ! 
 Mayhap the rascal found a cause 
 Of discontent in a certain clause 
 In the Emperor s very liberal laws, 
 Which gives, when a Golden Belt is wed, 
 Six hundred pounds to furnish the bed ; 
 And if in turn he marry a score, 
 With every wife six hundred more. 
 
 First he tried to murder MIN-NE 
 With a special cup of poisoned tea ; 
 But the lady, smelling a mortal foe, 
 
 Cried, " Ho-Ho ! 
 
 I m very fond of mild Souchong, 
 But you my love you make it too strong ! 
 
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 At last Ho-Ho, the treacherous man, 
 Contrived the most infernal plan 
 Invented since the world began : 
 He went and got him a savage dog, 
 Who d eat a woman as soon as a frog, 
 Kept him a day without any prog, 
 Then shut him up in an iron bin, 
 Slipped the bolt, and locked him in ; 
 
 Then giving the key 
 
 To poor MIN-NE, 
 
 Said, " Love, there s something you must rit see 
 In the chest beneath the orange-tree." 
 ***** 
 Poor, mangled MiN-NE ! with her latest breath, 
 She told her father the cause of her death ; 
 And so it reached the Emperor s ear, 
 And his Highness said, " It is very clear, 
 Ho-Ho has committed a murder here ! " 
 
 And he doomed Ho-Ho to end his life 
 By the terrible dog that killed his wife ; 
 But in mercy (let his praise be sung ! ) 
 His thirteen brothers were merely hung, 
 
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 And his slaves bambooed, in the mildest way, 
 For a calendar month, three times a day, 
 And that s the way that JUSTICE dealt 
 With wicked Ho-Ho of the Golden Belt ! 
 
RAMPSINITUS AND THE ROBBER. 
 
 AN EGYPTIAN TALE. 
 
RAMPSINITUS AND THE ROBBER. 
 
 AN EGYPTIAN TALE. 
 
 ING RAMPSINITUS was a prince 
 
 Who lived in days of old, 
 And finding that his treasury 
 Was quite too small to hold 
 His jewels and his money-bags 
 Of silver and of gold, 
 
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 n. 
 He built a secret chamber, 
 
 With this intent alone, 
 (That is, he got an architect 
 
 And caused it to be done,) 
 A most substantial structure 
 
 Of mortar and of stone. 
 
 in. 
 
 A very solid building 
 It appeared to every eye, 
 
 Except the master-mason s, 
 Who plainly could espy 
 
 One stone that fitted loosely 
 When the masonry was dry. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A dozen years had vanished, 
 When, in the common way, 
 
 The architect was summoned 
 His final debt to pay, 
 
 And thus unto his children 
 The dying man did say : 
 
Rampsinitus and the Robber 131 
 
 v. 
 
 " Come hither now, my darling sons, 
 
 Come, list my children twain, 
 I have a little secret 
 
 I am going to explain ; 
 T is a comfort, now I m dying, 
 
 That I have n t lived in vain." 
 
 VI. 
 
 And then he plainly told them 
 Of the trick that he had done ; 
 
 How in the royal chamber 
 He had put a sliding stone, 
 
 " You 11 find it near the bottom, 
 On the side that s next the sun. 
 
 VII. 
 
 " Now I feel that I am going ; 
 
 Swift ebbs the vital tide ; 
 No longer in this wicked world 
 
 My spirit may abide ! " 
 And so this worthy gentleman 
 
 Turned up his toes and died ! 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 It was n t long before the sons 
 
 Improved the father s hint, 
 And searched the secret chamber 
 
 To discover what was in t ; 
 And found, by self-promotion, 
 
 They were " Masters of the Mint ! " 
 
 IX. 
 
 At length King RAMPSINITUS 
 Perceived, as well he might, 
 
 His caskets and his money-bags 
 Were getting rather light ; 
 
 " And yet," quoth he, " my bolts and bars 
 Are all exactly right ! 
 
 x. 
 
 " I wonder how the cunning dog 
 
 Has managed to get in ; 
 However, it is clear enough 
 
 I m losing lots of tin ; 
 I 11 try the virtue of a trap 
 
 Before the largest bin ! " 
 
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 XL 
 
 In came the thief that very night, 
 
 And soon the other chap, 
 Who waited at the opening, 
 
 On hearing something snap, 
 Went in and found his brother 
 
 A-sitting in the trap ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 " You see me in a pretty fix ! " 
 
 The gallant fellow said ; 
 " T is better, now, that one should die 
 
 Than two of us be dead : 
 Lest both should be detected, 
 
 Cut off my foolish head ! " 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " Indeed," replied the other, 
 
 " Such a cut were hardly kind, 
 And to obey your order 
 
 I am truly disinclined ; 
 But, as you re the elder brother, 
 
 I suppose I ought to mind." 
 
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 XIV. 
 
 So with his iron hanger 
 
 He severed, at a slap, 
 The noddle of the victim, 
 
 Which he carried through the gap, 
 And left the bleeding body 
 
 A-sitting in the trap. 
 
 xv. 
 
 His Majesty s amazement 
 Of course was very great, 
 
 On entering the chamber 
 That held his cash and plate, 
 
 To find the robber s body 
 Without a bit of pate ! 
 
 XVI. 
 
 To solve the mighty mystery 
 Was now his whole intent ; 
 
 And everywhere, to find the head, 
 His officers were sent ; 
 
 But every man came back again 
 No wiser than he went. 
 
Rampsinitus and the Robber 135 
 
 XVII. 
 
 At last he set a dozen men 
 
 The mystery to trace ; 
 And bade them watch the body 
 
 In a very public place, 
 And note what signs of sorrow 
 
 They might see in any face. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 The robber, guessing what it meant, 
 
 Was naturally shy ; 
 And though he mingled in the crowd, 
 
 Took care to " mind his eye," 
 For fear his brother s body-guard 
 
 His sorrow should espy. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 " I 11 cheat em yet ! " the fellow said, 
 
 And so that very night 
 He planned a cunning stratagem 
 
 To get the soldiers " tight," 
 And steal away his brother s trunk 
 
 Before the morning light. 
 
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 xx. 
 
 He got a dozen asses, 
 
 And put upon their backs 
 
 As many loads as donkeys 
 Of wine in leather-sacks ; 
 
 Then set the bags a-leaking 
 From a dozen little cracks. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Then going where the soldiers 
 Were keeping watch and ward, 
 
 The fellows saw the leaking wine 
 With covetous regard, 
 
 And straitway fell a-drinking, 
 And drank extremely hard. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 The owner stormed and scolded 
 With well-affected spunk, 
 
 But still they kept a-drinking 
 Till all of them were drunk ; 
 
 And so it was the robber 
 
 Stole off his brother s trunk ! 
 
Rampsinitus and the Robber 137 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Now when King RAMPSINITUS 
 
 Had heard the latest news, 
 Tis said his royal Majesty 
 
 Expressed his royal views 
 In language such as gentlemen 
 
 Are seldom known to use ! 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Now when a year had vanished, 
 
 He formed another plan 
 To catch the chap who d stolen 
 
 The mutilated man ; 
 And summoning the Princess, 
 
 His Majesty began : 
 
 xxv. 
 
 " My daughter, hold a masquerade 
 
 And offer as in fun 
 Five kisses (in your chamber) 
 
 To every mother s son 
 Who will tell the shrewdest mischief 
 
 That he ever yet has done. 
 
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 XXVI. 
 
 " If you chance to find the robber 
 By the trick that I have planned, 
 
 Remember, on the instant, 
 
 You must seize him by the hand, 
 
 Then await such further orders 
 As your father may command." 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 The Princess made the party, 
 
 Without the least dissent ; 
 T was a general invitation, 
 
 And everybody went, 
 The robber with the others, 
 
 Though he guessed the king s intent. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Now when the cunning robber 
 Was questioned, like the rest, 
 
 He said, " Your Royal Highness, 
 I solemnly protest 
 
 Of all my subtle rogueries, 
 I scarce know which is best : 
 
Rampsinitus and the Robber 139 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 " But I venture the opinion, 
 
 Twas a rather pretty job, 
 When, having with my hanger 
 
 Cut off my brother s nob, 
 I managed from the soldiers 
 
 His headless trunk to rob ! " 
 
 xxx. 
 
 And now the frightened Princess 
 
 Gave a very heavy groan, 
 For, to her consternation, 
 
 The cunning thief had flown, 
 And left the hand she grappled 
 
 Still lying in her own ! 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 (For he a hand had borrowed, 
 
 T is needful to be said, 
 From the body of a gentleman 
 
 That recently was dead, 
 And that he gave the Princess 
 
 The moment that he fled !) 
 
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 XXXII. 
 
 Then good King RAMPSINITUS 
 
 Incontinently swore 
 That this paragon of robbers 
 
 He would persecute no more ; 
 For such a clever rascal 
 
 Had never lived before ! 
 
 xxxin. 
 And in that goodly company 
 
 His Majesty declared, 
 That, if the thief would show himself, 
 
 His person should be spared, 
 And with his only daughter 
 
 In marriage should be paired ! 
 
 xxxiv. 
 
 And when King RAMPSINITUS 
 Had run his mortal lease, 
 
 He left them in his testament 
 Just half a crown apiece : 
 
 May ever modest merit 
 Thus flourish and increase ! 
 
THE WANDERING JEW. 
 
 A BALLAD. 
 
THE WANDERING JEW. 
 
 A BALLAD. 
 
 OME list, my dear, 
 And you shall hear 
 About the wonderful Wandering Jew, 
 Who night and day, 
 The legends say, 
 Is taking a journey he never gets through. 
 
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 n. 
 
 What is his name, 
 
 Or whence he came, 
 Or whither the weary wanderer goes ; 
 
 Or why he should stray 
 
 In this singular way, 
 Many have marvelled, but nobody knows. 
 
 in. 
 
 Though oft, indeed, 
 
 (As you may read 
 In ancient histories quaint and true,) 
 
 A man is seen 
 
 Of haggard mien 
 Whom people call the Wandering Jew. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Once in Brabant, 
 
 With garments scant, 
 And shoeless feet, a stranger appeared ; 
 
 His step was slow, 
 
 And white as snow 
 Were his waving locks and flowing beard. 
 
The Wandering Jew 145 
 
 v. 
 
 His cheek was spare, 
 
 His head was bare, 
 And little he recked of heat or cold ; 
 
 Misfortune s trace 
 
 Was in his face, 
 And he seemed at least a century old. 
 
 VI. 
 
 " Now, goodman, bide," 
 
 The people cried, 
 " The night with us, it were surely best ; 
 
 The wind is cold, 
 
 And thou art old, 
 And sorely needest shelter and rest ! " 
 
 VII. 
 
 " Thanks ! thanks ! " said he, 
 
 " It may not be 
 That I should tarry the night with you ; 
 
 I cannot stay ; 
 
 I must away, 
 For I, alas ! am the Wandering Jew ! " 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 " We oft have read," 
 
 The people said, 
 " Thou bearest ever a nameless woe ; 
 
 Now, prithee tell 
 
 How it befell 
 That thou art always wandering so ? " 
 
 IX. 
 
 " The time would fail 
 
 To tell my tale, 
 And yet a little, ere I depart, 
 
 Would I relate 
 
 About my fate, 
 For some perhaps may lay it to heart. 
 
 x. 
 
 " When but a youth, 
 
 (And such, in sooth, 
 Are ever of giddy and wanton mood,) 
 
 With tearless eye 
 
 I saw pass by 
 The Saviour bearing the hateful rood. 
 
T/ie Wandering Jew 147 
 
 XI. 
 
 " And when he stooped, 
 
 And, groaning, drooped 
 And staggered and fell beneath the weight, 
 
 I cursed his name, 
 
 And cried, For shame ! 
 Move on, blasphemer, and meet thy fate ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 " He raised his head, 
 
 And, smiling, said : 
 Move on thyself! In sorrow and pain. 
 
 When I am gone, 
 
 Shalt thou move on, 
 Nor rest thy foot till I come again ! 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " Alas ! the time 
 
 That saw my crime - 
 ( T was more than a thousand years ago ! ) 
 
 And since that hour 
 
 Some inward power 
 Has kept me wandering to and fro. 
 
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 XIV. 
 
 " I fain would die 
 
 That I might lie 
 With those who sleep in the silent tomb ; 
 
 But not for me 
 
 Is rest till He 
 Shall come to end my dreadful doom. 
 
 xv. 
 
 " The pestilence 
 
 That hurries hence 
 A thousand souls in a single night, 
 
 Brings me no death 
 
 Upon its breath, 
 But passes by in its wayward flight. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 " The storm that wrecks 
 
 An hundred decks, 
 And drowns the shuddering, shrieking crew, 
 
 Still leaves afloat 
 
 The fragile boat 
 That bears the life of the Wandering Jew. 
 
The Wandering Jew 149 
 
 XVII. 
 
 " But I must away ; 
 
 I cannot stay ; 
 Nor further suffer a moment s loss ; 
 
 Heed well the word 
 
 That ye have heard, 
 Nor spurn the Saviour who bore the Cross ! " 
 
 * The tradition of the Wandering Jew is very old and popular in 
 every country of Europe, and is the theme of many modern works of 
 fiction, of which the most famous are Lewis s "Monk," Southey s 
 "Curse of Kehama," Croly s "Salathiel," a romance by Goethe, and 
 a novel by Sue. The old Spanish writers make the narrative as dia 
 bolical and revolting as possible, while the French and Flemish au 
 thors soften the legend (as in the present ballad) into a pathetic story 
 of sin, suffering, and genuine repentance. 
 
THE ROMANCE OF NICK VAN 
 
 STANN. 
 
THE ROMANCE OF NICK VAN STANN. 
 
 CANNOT vouch my tale is true, 
 Nor swear, indeed, t is wholly new 
 But true or false, or new or old, 
 I think you 11 find it fairly told. 
 
 A Frenchman who had ne er before 
 Set foot upon a foreign shore, 
 
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 Weary of home, resolved to go 
 
 And see what Holland had to show. 
 
 He did n t know a word of Dutch, 
 
 But that could hardly grieve him much ; 
 
 He thought as Frenchmen always do 
 
 That all the world could "parley-voo." 
 
 At length our eager tourist stands 
 Within the famous Netherlands, 
 And, strolling gayly here and there 
 In search of something rich or rare, 
 A lordly mansion greets his eyes ; 
 " How beautiful ! " the Frenchman cries, 
 And, bowing to the man who sat 
 In livery at the garden-gate, 
 " Pray, Mr. Porter, if you please, 
 Whose very charming grounds are these ? 
 And pardon me be pleased to tell 
 Who in this splendid house may dwell ? " 
 To which, in Dutch, the puzzled man 
 Replied what seemed like "Nick Van Stann." 
 
 * Niet verstaan = don t understand. 
 
The Romance of Nick Van Stann 155 
 
 " Thanks ! " said the Gaul, " the owner s taste 
 
 Is equally superb and chaste ; 
 
 So fine a house, upon my word, 
 
 Not even Paris can afford. 
 
 With statues, too, in every niche, 
 
 Of course, Monsieur Van Stann is rich, 
 
 And lives, I warrant, like a king, 
 
 Ah ! wealth must be a charming thing ! " 
 
 In Amsterdam the Frenchman meets 
 A thousand wonders in the streets, 
 But most he marvels to behold 
 A lady dressed in silk and gold. 
 Gazing with rapture at the dame, 
 He begs to know the lady s name, 
 And hears to raise his wonder more 
 The very words he heard before ! 
 " Mercie ! " he cries, " well, on my life, 
 Milord has got a charming wife ; 
 T is plain to see, this Nick Van Stann 
 Must be a very happy man ! " 
 
 Next day, our tourist chanced to pop 
 His head within a lottery-shop, 
 
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 And there he saw, with staring eyes, 
 
 The drawing of the Mammoth Prize. 
 
 " Ten Millions ! T is a pretty sum ; 
 
 I wish I had as much at home ! 
 
 I d like to know, as I m a sinner, 
 
 What lucky fellow is the winner ? " 
 
 Conceive our traveller s amaze 
 
 To hear again the hackneyed phrase ! 
 
 " What ! No ? not Nick Van Stann again ? 
 
 Faith ! he s the luckiest of men ! 
 
 You may be sure we don t advance 
 
 So rapidly as that in France ! 
 
 A house, the finest in the land ; 
 
 A lovely garden, nicely planned ; 
 
 A perfect angel of a wife, 
 
 And gold enough to last a life, 
 
 There never yet was mortal man 
 
 So very blessed as Nick Van Stann ! " 
 
 Next day the Frenchman chanced to meet 
 A pompous funeral in the street, 
 And, asking one who stood near by 
 What nobleman had pleased to die, 
 Was stunned to hear the old reply ! 
 
The Romance of Nick Van Stann 157 
 
 The Frenchman sighed and shook his head, 
 " Man Dieu ! poor Nick Van Stann is dead ! 
 With such a house, and such a wife, 
 It must be hard to part with life ; 
 And then, to lose that Mammoth Prize ! 
 He wins, and pop ! the winner dies ! 
 Ah ! well, his blessings came so fast, 
 I greatly feared they couldn t last ; 
 And thus, we see, the sword of Fate 
 Cuts down alike the small and great ! " 
 
KING SOLOMON AN-P THE BEES. 
 
 FROM THE SANSCRIT. 
 
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 KING SOLOMON AND THE BEES. 
 
 FROM THE SANSCRIT. 
 
 HEN SOLOMON was reigning in his glory, 
 Unto his throne the Queen of Sheba 
 
 came, 
 (So in the Talmud you may read the story,) 
 
 Drawn by the magic of the monarch s fame, 
 To see the splendors of his court ; and bring 
 Some fitting tribute to the mighty king. 
 
1 62 Clever Stories 
 
 ii. 
 Nor this alone ; much had her Highness heard 
 
 What flowers of learning graced the royal speech ; 
 What gems of wisdom dropped with every word ; 
 
 What wholesome lessons he was wont to teach 
 In pleasing proverbs ; and she wished, in sooth, 
 To know if Rumor spoke the simple truth. 
 
 in. 
 Besides, the Queen had heard (which piqued her most) 
 
 How through the deepest riddles he could spy ; 
 How all the curious arts that women boast 
 
 Were quite transparent to his piercing eye ; 
 And so the Queen had come a royal guest - 
 To put the sage s cunning to the test. 
 
 IV. 
 
 And straight she held before the monarch s view, 
 In either hand, a radiant wreath of flowers ; 
 
 The one, bedecked with every charming hue, 
 
 Was newly culled from Nature s choicest bowers ; 
 
 The other, no less fair in every part, 
 
 Was the rare product of divinest Art. 
 
King Solomon and the Bees 163 
 
 v. 
 
 " Which is the true, and which the false ? " she said. 
 
 Great SOLOMON was silent. All amazed, 
 Each wondering courtier shook his puzzled head, 
 
 While at the garlands long the monarch gazed, 
 As one who sees a miracle, and fain, 
 For very rapture, ne er would speak again. 
 
 VI. 
 
 " Which is the true ? " once more the woman asked, 
 Pleased at the fond amazement of the King ; 
 
 " So wise a head should not be hardly tasked, 
 Most learned Liege, with such a trivial thing ! " 
 
 But still the sage was silent ; it was plain 
 
 A deepening doubt perplexed the royal brain. 
 
 VII. 
 
 While thus he pondered, presently he sees, 
 Hard by the casement, so the story goes, 
 
 A little band of busy, bustling bees, 
 Hunting for honey in a withered rose. 
 
 The monarch smiled, and raised his royal head ; 
 
 u Open the window ! " that was all he said. 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 The window opened at the King s command ; 
 
 Within the rooms the eager insects flew, 
 And sought the flowers in SHEBA S dexter hand ! 
 
 And so the King and all the courtiers knew 
 That wreath was Nature s ; and the baffled Queen 
 Returned to tell the wonders she had seen. 
 
 IX. 
 
 My story teaches (every tale should bear 
 A fitting moral) that the wise may find 
 
 In trifles light as atoms in the air 
 
 Some useful lesson to enrich the mind, 
 
 Some truth designed to profit or to please, 
 
 As Israel s king learned wisdom from the bees ! 
 
 *^ ^r -^^ 
 
 * 
 
ICARUS; 
 
 OR, 
 
 THE PERIL OF BORROWED PLUMES. 
 
 ^^B^% 
 

 ICARUS. 
 
 LL modern themes of poesy are spun so 
 
 very fine, 
 That now the most amusing muse, *?. gratia, 
 
 such as mine, 
 Is often forced to cut the thread that strings our 
 
 recent rhymes, 
 
 And try the stronger staple of the good old classic 
 times. 
 
1 68 Clever Stories 
 
 n. 
 
 There lived and flourished long ago, in famous Ath 
 ens-town, 
 
 One DAEDALUS, a carpenter of genius and renown ; 
 
 ( T was he who with an auger taught mechanics how 
 to bore, 
 
 An art which the philosophers monopolized be 
 fore.) 
 
 III. 
 
 His only son was ICARUS, a most precocious lad, 
 The pride of Mrs. Daedalus, the image of his dad ; 
 And while he yet was in his teens such progress he 
 
 had made, 
 He d got above his father s size, and much above his 
 
 trade. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Now D^DALUS, the carpenter, had made a pair of 
 
 wings, 
 Contrived of wood and feathers and a cunning set 
 
 of springs, 
 
Icarus 169 
 
 By means of which the wearer could ascend to any 
 
 height, 
 And sail about among the clouds as easy as a kite ! 
 
 v. 
 
 " O father," said young ICARUS, " how I should like 
 
 to fly! 
 And go like you where all is blue along the upper 
 
 sky; 
 How very charming it would be above the moon to 
 
 climb, 
 And scamper thro the Zodiac, and have a high old 
 
 time ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 " O wouldn t it be jolly, though, to stop at all the 
 
 inns ; , 
 
 To take a luncheon at The Crab, and tipple at The 
 
 Twins ; 
 And, just for fun and fancy, while careering through 
 
 the air, 
 To kiss the Virgin, tease the Ram, and bait the 
 
 biggest Bear? 
 
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 VII. 
 
 " O father, please to let me go ! " was still the urchin s 
 
 cry; 
 " I 11 be extremely careful, sir, and won t go very high ; 
 
 if this little pleasure-trip you only will allow, 
 
 1 promise to be back again in time to fetch the 
 
 cow ! " 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " You re rather young," said D^DALUS, " to tempt 
 the upper air ; 
 
 But take the wings, and mind your eye with very 
 special care ; 
 
 And keep at least a thousand miles below the near 
 est star ; 
 
 Young lads, when out upon a lark, are apt to go too 
 far ! " 
 
 IX. 
 
 He took the wings that foolish boy without the 
 
 least dismay, 
 (His father stuck em on with wax,) and so he soared 
 
 away ; 
 
Icarus 1 7 i 
 
 Up up he rises, like a bird, and not a moment 
 stops 
 
 Until he s fairly out of sight beyond the mountain- 
 tops ! 
 
 And still he flies away away ; it seems the 
 merest fun ; 
 
 No marvel he is getting bold, and aiming at the 
 sun ; 
 
 No marvel he forgets his sire ; it is n t very odd 
 
 That one so far above the earth should think him 
 self a god ! 
 
 XI. 
 
 Already, in his silly pride, he s gone too far aloft ; 
 The heat begins to scorch his wings ; the wax is 
 
 waxing soft ; 
 Down down he goes ! Alas ! next day poor 
 
 ICARUS was found 
 Afloat upon the ^Egean Sea, extremely damp and 
 
 drowned ! 
 
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 L ENVOI. 
 
 The moral of this mournful tale is plain enough to 
 all:- 
 
 Don t get above your proper sphere, or you may 
 chance to fall ; 
 
 Remember, too, that borrowed plumes are most un 
 certain things ; 
 
 And never try to scale the sky with other people s 
 wings ! 
 
THE STORY OF ECHO. 
 
THE STORY OF ECHO. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL maiden was ECHO 
 
 As classical history tells, 
 A favorite nymph of DIANA, 
 Who dwelt among forests and dells. 
 
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 n. 
 Now ECHO was very loquacious, 
 
 And though she was silly and young, 
 It seems that she never was weary 
 
 Of plying her voluble tongue. 
 
 in. 
 
 And I m sorry to say, in addition, 
 Besides her impertinent clack, 
 
 She had, upon every occasion, 
 A habit of answering back. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Though even the wisest of matrons 
 In grave conversation was heard, 
 
 Miss ECHO forever insisted 
 
 On having the ultimate word, 
 
 v. 
 A fault so exceedingly hateful, 
 
 That JUNO (whom ECHO betrayed 
 While the goddess was hearing her babble) 
 
 Determined to punish the maid. 
 
The Story of Echo \ 7 7 
 
 VI. 
 
 Said she, " In reward of your folly, 
 Henceforward in vain you will try 
 
 To talk in the manner of others : 
 At best, you can only reply ! " 
 
 VII. 
 
 A terrible punishment truly 
 
 For one of so lively a turn, 
 And it brought the poor maiden to ruin, 
 
 In the way you will presently learn. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 For, meeting the handsome NARCISSUS, 
 
 And wishing his favor to gain, 
 Full often she tried to address him, 
 
 But always endeavored in vain. 
 
 IX. 
 
 And when, as it finally happened, 
 He spoke to the damsel one day, 
 
 Her answer seemed only to mock him, 
 And drove him in anger away. 
 
178 Clever Stories 
 
 x. 
 
 Ah ! sad was the fate of poor ECHO ; 
 
 Was ever so hapless a maid ? 
 She wasted away in her sorrow, 
 
 Until she was wholly decayed ! 
 
 XI. 
 
 But her voice is still living immortal, 
 The same you have frequently heard, 
 
 When strolling in forests or valleys, 
 Repeating your ultimate word ! 
 
THE CHOICE OF KING MIDAS; 
 
 OR, 
 
 TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING. 
 
^ s| 
 
 -*^= : : 
 
 THE CHOICE OF KING MIDAS. 
 
 IDAS, King of Phrygia, several thousand 
 
 years ago, 
 Was a very worthy monarch, as the classic 
 
 annals show : 
 You may read em at your leisure, when you have a 
 
 mind to doze, 
 In the finest Latin verses, or in choice Hellenic prose. 
 
1 82 Clever Stories 
 
 n. 
 Now this notable old monarch, King of Phrygia, as 
 
 aforesaid, 
 (Of whose royal state and character there might be 
 
 vastly more said,) 
 
 Though he occupied a palace, kept a very open door, 
 And had still a ready welcome for the stranger and 
 
 the poor. 
 
 in. 
 
 Now it chanced that old SILENUS, who, it seems, had 
 lost his way, 
 
 Following BACCHUS through the forest, in the pleas 
 ant month of May, 
 
 (Which was n t very singular, for at the present day 
 
 The followers of BACCHUS very often go astray,) 
 
 IV. 
 
 Came at last to good King MIDAS, who received him 
 in his court, 
 
 Gave him comfortable lodgings, and to cut the mat 
 ter short 
 
 With as much consideration treated weary old SILENUS, 
 
 As if the entertainment were for MERCURY or VENUS. 
 
The Choice of King Midas 183 
 
 v. 
 Now when BACCHUS heard the story, he proceeded to 
 
 the King, 
 And says he, "By old SILENUS you have done the 
 
 handsome thing ; 
 He s my much respected tutor, who has taught me 
 
 how to read, 
 And I m sure your royal kindness should receive its 
 
 proper meed ; 
 
 VI. 
 
 So I grant you full permission to select your own 
 
 reward, 
 Choose a gift to suit your fancy, something worthy 
 
 of a lord ! " 
 " Evcc Bacche ! " cried the monarch, " if I do not make 
 
 too bold, 
 Let whatever I may handle be transmuted into gold ! " 
 
 VII. 
 
 MIDAS, sitting down to dinner, sees the answer to his 
 
 wish, 
 For the turbot on the platter turns into a golden fish ! 
 
184 Clever Stories 
 
 And the bread between his fingers is no longer 
 
 wheaten bread, 
 But the slice he tries to swallow is a wedge of gold 
 
 instead ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 And the roast he takes for mutton fills his mouth with 
 
 golden meat, 
 Very tempting to the vision, but extremely hard to 
 
 eat ; 
 
 And the liquor in his goblet, very rare, select, and old, 
 Down the monarch s thirsty throttle runs a stream of 
 
 liquid gold ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 Quite disgusted with his dining, he betakes him to his 
 
 bed; 
 But, alas ! the golden pillow does n t rest his weary 
 
 head ; 
 Nor does all the gold around him soothe the monarch s 
 
 tender skin ; 
 Golden sheets, to sleepy mortals, might as well be 
 
 sheets of tin ! 
 
The Choice of King Midas 185 
 
 x. 
 
 Now poor MIDAS, straight repenting of his rash and 
 
 foolish choice, 
 Went to Bacchus, and assured him, in a very plaintive 
 
 voice, 
 That his golden gift was working in a manner most 
 
 unpleasant ; 
 And the god, in sheer compassion, took away the fatal 
 
 present. 
 
 MORAL. 
 
 By this mythologic story we are very plainly told, 
 
 That, though gold may have its uses, there are better 
 things than gold ; 
 
 That a man may sell his freedom to procure the shin 
 ing pelf: 
 
 And that Avarice, though it prosper, still contrives to 
 cheat itself ! 
 
THE SNAKE IN THE GLASS. 
 
 A HOMILY. 
 
THE SNAKE IN THE GLASS. 
 
 A HOMILY. 
 
 OME listen awhile to me, my lad 
 Come listen to me for a spell ; 
 
 Let that terrible drum 
 For a moment be dumb, 
 For your uncle is going to tell 
 
 What befell 
 A youth who loved liquor too well. 
 
190 Clever Stories 
 
 A clever young man was he, my lad ; 
 And with beauty uncommonly blest, 
 
 Ere, with brandy and wine, 
 
 He began to decline, 
 And behaved like a person possessed ; 
 
 I protest 
 The temperance plan is the best. 
 
 One evening he went to a tavern, my lad ; 
 He went to a tavern one night, 
 
 And drinking too much 
 
 Rum, brandy, and such, 
 The chap got exceedingly " tight," 
 
 And was quite 
 What your aunt would entitle a " fright." 
 
 The fellow fell into a snooze, my lad ; 
 T is a horrible slumber he takes ; 
 
 He trembles with fear, 
 
 And acts very queer ; 
 My eyes ! how he shivers and shakes 
 
 When he wakes, 
 And raves about horrid great snakes ! 
 
The Snake in the Glass 191 
 
 T is a warning to you and to me, my lad, 
 A particular caution to all, 
 
 Though no one can see 
 
 The vipers but he, 
 To hear the poor lunatic bawl : 
 
 " How they crawl ! 
 All over the floor and the wall ! " 
 
 Next morning he took to his bed, my lad ; 
 Next morning he took to his bed ; 
 
 And he never got up 
 
 To dine or to sup, 
 Though properly physicked and bled ; 
 
 And I read, 
 Next day, the poor fellow was dead ! 
 
 You Ve heard of the snake in the grass, my lad ; 
 Of the viper concealed in the grass ; 
 
 But now, you must know, 
 
 Man s deadliest foe 
 Is a snake of a different class ; 
 
 Alas ! - 
 T is the viper that lurks in the glass ! 
 
192 Clever Stories 
 
 A warning to you and to me, my lad ; 
 A very imperative call : 
 
 Of liquor keep clear ; 
 
 Don t drink even beer, 
 If you d shun all occasion to fall ; 
 
 If at all, 
 Pray take it uncommonly small. 
 
 And if you are partial to snakes, my lad, 
 
 (A passion I think rather low,) 
 Don t enter, to see em, 
 The Devil s Museum ! 
 
 T is very much better to go, 
 (That s so !) 
 
 And visit a regular show. 
 
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