||^||\\ j 1PP1 a4u4. UC-NRLF B 3 31E 24^ ■I Illustrated by ii¥«*llf ')&6>l^LsC&C • 1 V j -0 — Hi PUCK ON PEGASUS. W—4- -0 — «J Mi > m — ©- -0 — Hi PUCK ON PEGASUS: H. CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL, Author of " Crescent ? and other Lyrics" &c. ILLUSTRATED BY LEECH, TENNIEL, DOYLE, SIR NOEL PATON, PHIZ, PORTCH, AND M. ELLEN EDWARDS. WITH A FRONTISPIECE BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK. FIFTH EDITION, COMPLETELY REVISED AND ENLARGED <j> \r\ 0- Hontion : JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN. 1 868. -o — m I l ♦ Mil. I "^ *H — o- ^5-3 T4-I3 &ht bumble |fteworial of tbc (ilnbcrsignob, PEGASUS, Sheweth — (1) That your Memorialist, on making his fifth appear- ance in public (this time as a four-year-old), desires to avail himself of his prescriptive privilege as one of the "talking animals" to say a few words on his own account. (2) Memorialist would humbly represent that he is much afraid lest the fine ladies and gentlemen in the Grand Stand, or, still worse, those busy, earnest men down there, who are always making and unmaking books, should leave him out of the betting as an "old 451 $r t The hum • x perhaps refuse to put any m< re money it] him, because they think they have seen his best per- ilread) list such unkind treatment Memorialist would respectfully protest. II i (Memorialist's) master thinks (.unl Memorialist humhly thinks so too) that it's belter i me horse, and do all you know to mak winner of him. than to he constantly Starting a lot of animals, which may perhaps turn out to he mere .11. <>i likely enough urn in their • \| i tlist also whit, poor beast, is true enou that when he entered for the Ut a foal a mere SChoolbO) of .1 horse, as it n ilthough he hopes Ik- has not .!(•"! the* kind judgment of tl I him on that occasion, he has since under tnmonly sharp • training, which, whilst uperfluous lumber, lias put on him f ■5 m — o- The humble Memorial, && instead, he fancies, more of the real going stuff. In fact, in his own opinion at least, he has been gradually getting into form ever since his first race, and is now a different- looking quadruped altogether. (4) On his original appearance Memorialist is conscious that his paces were thought by some to be occasionally rather too frolicsome — not to say skittish. His trainer has, however, carefully studied to remedy this little pecu- liarity, and has added to the establishment some couple of dozen new "bits" of various degrees of solidity and severity for Memorialist's especial benefit ; whilst that the licking department generally has not been neglected may be gathered from the fact that he has to acknowledge the receipt of about the same number of extra " cuts " in coaching for this very race. (5) Under all these circumstances, Memorialist humbly hopes that on this, his perhaps final appearance on the same course, he may not be dismissed without a few -0 — Hi — , . -0 Ji t ...:. /'//( hum ouraging pats en passant from his old backers, or at critical judgment of his capabilities in his new form, I • ase he means winning this time, and no mistake ! — the Blue Riband oi Westminster Abbey, — and your Memorialist will ever pi To the most Worshipful \ the 7/i><< : (ami the Fourth es/ecia//v). Contents. l-AGE The Oxford and Cambridge Boat Race i Hovj we got to the Brighton Revieio 10 Ivy de Millejleurs 16 The Toad at the Great Exhibition 21 Song of In-the- Water 24 The Du Chailhi Controversy 27 John Murray s Ship Gorilla . ■ 31 The Fight for the Championship 36 The Petition 45 How the Daughters come dozen at Dunoon 47 ' The Poet Close ' 50 Advertisement 53 Our Sweet Recruiting Sergeants 54 Sonnet 57 iH — 0- -:■ Co nt (-tits. fAce Ah, If'-:.',' 59 Trials" 61 63 68 Lord Jolfygrtnts Courtship -4 ' 87 > ulfy .' S9 .'' hifhien • ■ • . . . ; loo 104 108 r 1 ; The II MS 1 n r 3 5 1 1 'us , .,, Charge , . , Too : ... t . - , , s • jy- hi aA — o- Contents. The Massacre of Glenho 151 Ode to Hampstead 154 Our Traveller 158 Chinese Puzzles: — The Wedding Gift 159 Etcetera 163 What the Prince of I dreamt 168 A Case in Lunacy . 173 A Squeak from Dean's Yard 176 Exexolor I 178 The Thread of Life : Part L 181 Part LI. 193 Part LLT. 194 OA — 0- -0 — m 'Those thai Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Tuck, Vnii do their work, and they shall have good luck : il ymi he ' " ' " •4 • PUCK ON PEGASUS. -so^§>^- CIjc (D.tforb ani) Cambridge goat gate. (Some time before i860.) '} HERE'S a living thread that goes winding, winding, Tortuous rather, but easy of finding, Creep and crawl By paling and wall — Very much like a dust-dry snake — From Hyde Park Corner right out to Mortlake ; -0 — H* *H — 0- fc. Puck on ( !rawl and ( reep, By level and stc«.p. From Hammersmith Bridge back again to Eastcheap, — And all up the road from Putney to Town What the deuce has made the trees look so brown : From earliest light And well over night That dusty coil has been weaving its tt I lorse and man, uid van, Jog trotting along since the day began Rollicking, rumbling, and rolling a; With their heads all one \\a\ like a shoal of date; And beauty and gni e, And the Maun without nine. The brilliant and base, Silk satins and I And the evil in > n within an a»e of a general embrace, In spirit, at least, as they join in the chase, ■*% -o — kj The Oxford e° Cambridge Boat Race. As if the whole place Had set its whole face To see the Oxford and Cambridge Race. Over Putney Bridge There's a curious ridge — A swarm of something — it can't be midge 1 — And look, on this side, Where the arches are wide, Lie two lines of blue just breasting the tide : Side by side Like shadows they glide, With a background of everything wooden or steel That's driven by oar, sail, paddle, or wheel, Striving and tearing, And puffing and swearing, With the live black swarm that their decks are bearing, And an everlasting struggle and reel — Whilst over the water the merry bells peal. <H — * o — H> Puck on Ptgasus. II '. one seen some grand, fleet lx>rse. \: the starting-post of an Epsom con: With nnstnl spread .mil chest expanding, Bui like a graven image standing, Waiting a touch t«> start into life, And spurn the earth in the flying stril Whilst anmnd, with restless eddying pace, »lic the troth and loam of the race 1 — •■><1 those two the light and dark Hues, With craft of a hundred shapes and hues That lined the Surrey side I so, as when sunt by wind and wheel h.uis thro' the cleft spray the driven keel. They darted up the tide. With a single bound, like a single man. Full seldom hath the brave river rbgethei de Sim h i i«u s of pride ; The long boats leap as they breast the tide. And the stout o.its bend and quh ■*% ■»-Bk The Oxford &r° Cambridge Boat Race. 11 Cambridge ! Cambridge ! " — " Now, Oxford, now ! Betwixt the crews There isn't a pin to choose — Not so much as the turn of a feather — The Cambridge eight Have muscle and weight, But the short, sharp dash Of the dark blue falls like a single flash, So wholly they pull together. And they pull with a will ! Row, Cambridge, row, They're going two lengths to your one, you know The Oxford have got the start, — Out and in — in, out — Flash, feather — feather, flash — Without a jerk or an effort or splash, It's a wonderful stroke, no doubt. A wonderful stroke ! but a leetlc too fast 1 o <H — Puck on Pegasus. jr-foui to the minute at least ; For five or six years it's been all your own way, But you've got your work cut out to-day, Give 'em the Cambridge swing, I The grand old stroke, with its sweep and sway. And send her along! never mind the spray — It's a mercy the pace can't last .... They never can live, tho' the Bridge is in sight . . 1 la. now she lifts ' TOW, row ' . . . . But in spite < m the killing pace, and the stroke of might, In spite of bone and muscle and height, b) fool And flight by flight ( >n flies tin- dark blue like a gleam of blue light, And the river troths like yc.ist. "Oxford, Oxford I she wins, she wins" — \\ . 11, you've \\<>n • the toss.' You The Oxford & Cambridge Boat Race. Whilst the Cantabs must fetch Their boats thro' a stretch That's as lumpy and cross As can be ; And the men are too big, and the boat's too light, But look ! by the bridge, a haven in sight — A smooth long reach that's polished and bright — And Cambridge may win if she can ; — And the squall's gone down and the froth is past, And you'll find it's the pace that kills at last — You must pull — do you understand 1 — So — put your backs into it — now or never — Jam home your feet whilst the clenched oars quiver, For over the gold of the gleaming river They're passing you, hand over hand : And a thousand cheers Ring in their ears — The muscles stand out on their arms like cords, Brows knit and teeth close set, And bone and weight are beginning to tell. -o — Hi ... _i- Puck i'n Pegasus. And the swingeing stroke that the Cam knows well Will lick you yet. mbridge! Cambridge! again — bravo — Splendidly pulled now. Trinity, now — let the oars sweep — Now, whilst the shouts rise. And the stretched boat (lies, I twenty thousand eyes and hearts I i|> ! Stick to it, boys, for the bonny u'ght blue, how she lilts her liow I its Buttering silk dasht with the spray Steals forward now : Cambridge fo> eva . . What ails tin . i ■ w ' What ails the strong arm 8, unused to wax dull/ — And the light boat trails hke a wounded gull • • *1 iff- *M The Oxford c^ Cambridge Boat Race. Swamped ! swamped, by Heaven ; Beat, in the mid fight, With the prize in sight, As they were gaining fast, Row, Cambridge, row ! Swamped, while the great crowd roared — Wash over wash it poured, Inch by inch — Does a man flinch % Row, Cambridge, row ! — ■ Stick to it to the last — Over the brown waves' crest Only the oarsmen's breast, Yet, Cambridge, row ! One noble stroke, pulled all together — One more ! . . . and a long flash in the dark river, And the dark blue shoots past. *H — o- «H — o- #■ ioto toe not to the iBrigbion Rebieto. I ! ' Brighton 's the pi i a beautiful face, \n<l a figure that daintily made And as tar as I know There's none other can Bhow, \t the right time ol yeai Baj November or so — Su< li lota of bewitching young lad Sin h M. iu a on the I '(i« i) ' Sii» h lounges duo' Ton n ' Sm h a < rush at Parade and Pavilion ! -o — HI -. ... *H — o- o How we got to the Brighton Review. Such beaches below (Where people don't go), Such bathing ! Such dressing, — past Madame Tussaud !- No wonder it catches the million ! For bustle and breeze And a snift" of salt seas, Oh, Brighton's the place ! not a doubt of it ; — But instead of post-chaise Or padded coupes, If you had to get there a Pexcursionaise — I think you'd be glad to keep out of it ! With their slap dash, crack crash, And here and there a glorious smash And a hundred killed and wounded, — It's little our jolly Directors care For a passenger's neck if he pays his fare, "Away you go at a florin a pair, The signal whistle has sounded ! " — PH Puck on Pegasus. Off at 1 All hour The time, and carriages tight-full ; Why this should be We don't quite see, But of course it's all a part of the spree, And it's really most delightful '. ish, pack — hton and hack — All the way for a shilling, — What 'prentice tit But doesn't admit, Tho' ten in a row is an awkwardish tit. At the price it's ex< eedingly rilling I 'horus of Passenget • ( Irash, cra< k, Brighton and back, All the way for a shilling, — 1 1 iU hfh How we got to the Brighton Review. Tho' the speed be slow, We're likely to go A long journey before we get back d' you know, The pace is so wonderfully "killing"! Ho ! "slow" d' you find? Then off, like the wind — With a jerk that to any unprejudiced mind Feels strongly as if it had come from behind — Away like mad we clatter ; Bang — slap, — bang — rap, — - "Can't somebody manage to see what has hap 1" There goes Jones's head !- — no, it's only his cap — Jones, my boy, who's your hatter? S/ow it is, is it? jump jolt Slithering wheel and starting bolt, Racketing, reeling, and rocking, — Now we're going it !— jolt jump, Whack thwack, thump bump, — KJ — o ■ o — H* 13 %+■ -*# • : • Pttck Oil ; It's a mercy we're all stuck fast in a lump, The permanent way is shocking I Aw iv we rattle- we race we fly Mi- Joi - i-. certain she's "going to lie," (We've our own ideas on that point, you and I, Some 'smoking' abaft the funnel!) ■in L;runt — I \pre->s behind, and Luggage in front,— It we have good luck, we may manage to shunt • into the tunnel ' Jump, jolt, i that bolt, itOIl and ha. k for a shilling Jolt jump— but we've children and wives, Thump bump who value our lives, An. I you won't catch on.- lure again who survi\ The patent process of kili n m — o- Hoiv we got to the Brighton Review. {Chorus of Directors.) With our slap dash, crack crash, And here and there a glorious smash, And a hundred killed and wounded ! — It's little we jolly Directors care For a passenger's limbs if he pays his fare, So away you go at a florin the pair : The signal whistle has sounded ! iU O- ■0 R* 15 jlon l)c jtlilleflcuts A RIGMARl '1.1 . #■ Ml I on a time, When pigs were swime, i l must have the m or else it won't rhyme,) And hogs they went without " DO In the violet air ( >f some sunny parterre (linin.itrM.il where, but on this side of there) Bloomed Ivy the t'.iir l >i Millefleurs Saint < hner, -o — m Jry tic Millefleurs. In fin island of lilies and roses. — 'T would have made you stare To examine her hair — It was all grown of red and white posies. Young hyacinth locks ! For each lover she docks A tress like a garland of flowers, All wreathed in a braid By some witchery's aid That's warranted never to fade (So the maid Says) whilst sun follows shade, And the sprayed Rain comes down on her head thro' the bowers- I'm afraid She must want a great number of showers ! For her lovers, I mean, — For herself, sweet sixteen, /'//</(• ('// Pegasus, Countess June, Duchess Summer, perennial May-queen, The skies all seemed taken with dropsies; And morn, noon, and e'en They kept her so green No velveteen ever was seen, or moreen. < )r betwixt and between, In colour <>r sheen, Like the satin soft leaves in her short crinoline \& she glittered about thro' the copses I wren You'd have been In despair it you'd seen Those small feet at the men \ "f WOpses ! • to lean ( )n .1 hand the | I M I • •; ■ \ 'O Hut tho 1 exquisite paws Palpitations maj < ause When they're white as tin- lilies of Vouzzum, And fairy hke feet , o 1 is *H 0- -0 Hi Ivy dc Millefleurs. Are remarkably neat. They won't act, com me vous elites. For a pulse that don't beat — I repeat, Nymphs tho' sweet Can't be reckoned complete When they've not got a heart in their bosom. But never mind, Ivy ! The peerless in bloom, Sleeping bewitchingness, dreaming perfume, In your own little isle of delight, love, If your heart is but small You've got beauty for all, And who says you're not in the right, love 1 Tears never made a heart live, love ; Smiles you have showers to give, love ; And the wreaths of your spells Are all Immortelles, For they've nothing that time cares to blight, love. >9 Puck ■ ■ loom away, I\\. And Ivy shall bloom, Glimmering sweetnesses, shedding perfume, In her own fairy isle <>t' delight, love, [f she'd no heart at all, I would .-till be her thrall. \ml swear I was perfectl) right, love, Wouldn't \"u. Sweetheart, too ' . . . . ['hen there's . for a rosy goodnight, lovi - To face p *H — <>- (Tire Coat) at tin 6 teat a^^Ijtbition. H, who is this stranger so black, This Toad in the very small hole, That ages since grew in the crack Of the tree that's now grown into coal ? It's clear he was famous of yore, His blood is the sangre a/.nl ; His quarters are vert pique noir, And Ins arms hoppant a la Grenouillc ■o — Hi tu — o- 4 -O Hi- Puck on Pegasus. Then what awe must each bosom o'erspread As we gaze on that petrified hark ; On the liu-^t of this quaint figure-head That lias yachted with Noah in the ark : When we think that these somnolent eyes With morning primaeval awoke, — That this solo (though sweet for its size) Preluded Lab'rinthodon's croak' Come Mammoth ami Mastodon back, [guanodon, Saurian -rim — Nou ni.iy rattle your hones till they n.u k. But you ( ant hold a < amlle to him : Trap, oolite, granite, ami gneiss — line's a Stratum will give you a hint. ■ s, you're shelved in a ti ;■ Sand, has, stalactite, ami tlmt : 4 aA — o- -c — Hi The Toad at the Great Exhibition. Hence, Ammonites ! yield to your fate — You are gravelled for many a year ; — Quartz, silica, porph'ry, and slate, Walk your chalks ! you've no chance with what's here. For there's nothing in bone or in shell So ancient the savans can show, As the 'restes' of this black little swell — As the case of poor Johnny Crapaud ! o — ¥i 23 ^onn of ^n-thc-oc'lnlcr. V U EG . 1 1 1 \ the summer night descended, Sleepy, on the White witch water, < lame a lithe and lovelj maiden, 1 , izing on the silent water on the gleaming river — Willi her azure eyes and tender, ( >n til*- 1 1\ ei L'l.iiH ing i"i ward, Till the am'rous wave sprang upward, -O — Hi -o — H>- iiA — 0- Song of J /i -the- Water. Upward from his reedy hollow, With the lily in his bosom, With his crown of water-lilies — Curling ev'ry dimpled ripple As he sprang into the starlight, As he clasped her charmed reflection Glowing to his crystal bosom — As he whispered, " Fairest, fairest, " Rest upon this crystal bosom ! " And she straightway did according : — Down into the water stept she, Down into the wavering river, Like a red deer in the sunset — Like a ripe leaf in the autumn : From her lips, as rose-buds snow-filled, Came a soft and dreamy murmur, Softer than the breath of summer, Softer than the murm'ring river, Than the cooing of Cushawa, — 25 < — n\ 9 -0 Hi fH 0- Puck on Pegasus. that melted as the snows melt, Silently and sweetly melted ; Sounds that mingled with the crisping Foam upon the billow resting: Vet she spoke not, only murmured. From the Forest shade primeval, . looked OUt at her ; lie, the very Youthful Porker — He, the Everlasting Grunter — Gazed upon her there, and wondered' \\ ith his nose out, Roke) poki And lu> tail up. ( 'urley w urley — Wondered what on earth the joke was, Wondered wh.it the girl was up to — What the deuce her little game was — Win she didn't Squeak and grunt more! And she floated down the river, Like a water prool < >phelia — I > 'i HER CRIN0L1NI SUSTAINED III R. To face p. 26. IH 0- (tbc £lu CbuiKu Controbcrsn. {After the "Snapping 'fur//..") AVE you read B. P. Du Chaillu 1 Chaillu of the Big Baboon 1 He who slew the fierce Gorilla In the Mountains of the Moon ? All day long that injured person Rested on the boughs his chin -0 — Hi — & 27 -:- -«» /'//<>(• (»// Pegasus. Strangling spifflicated niggers Just to keep his bi< eps in. Nightly several score of lions Yielded up their worthless lives . And there was a cry in Mick! For the King had lo>t his wives. Wrathful uras the sable monarch At their unexpected hops . For the brute had cooked the gruel ( )i the Nymphs who cooked the chops! this land of death and danger, Mandrake-swamp and stagnant ten. Where the spiders look like aSS row like men) — •S -0 — HI iH — o- <H — o- 77/6' Du Chaillu Controversy. Where the Shniego-Bmouve sitteth Hairless underneath his hat, And a white man is a dainty Irresistible if fat, — Where the alligator gambols — Whale-like — in the black lagoon ; — Went unscathed B. P. Du Chaillu, Chaillu of the Big Baboon I Found the Bmouve'-Shniego sitting, Lengthwise, in the stagnant brake, Saw the spiders — saw the asses — (When he gazed into the lake) — Twigged the Crocodile stupendous, Winking with ferocious eye, — Caught the Cannibals — the feasters ( )n rold missionary pie ; — 29 ^H — o- Puck on /', %OSUS, shot, and bagged, the fierce Gorilla, To the music of the drum, — Heard, fifteen miles off, his roaring, Mellowed to a gentle hum ! What, you doubt me ! gen'rous public, Hear me swear it's no take in — Owen says the throat's a larynx. And look here's the beggar's skin ! -o — h> 30 iiA — o- ( ANOTHER VERSION.) |ojm itlurran's SJriji 6ori(lu. {To Ihc Twte of "Yankee Doodle Dandy.") /'' ; fefci OW listen, all you 'possums, And you angeliferous blossoms, s 'Bout the cruizin' of a clipping craft I'll tell yer, O ; |g" The stars and stripes she bore Floatin' gaily at the fore, ame it was John Murray's ship Gorilla, O ! ^'T And her nr The Skipper was Du Chally, (Twigg the likeness to Sir Ralleigh ?) iti — o- — o — R3- Puck on Pegasus. I o extinguish Bruce and Duncan just the feller, O; Sez he, " My lads, set sail ! "Give her bunting to the gale— " Who'll dare tread upon the tail of my Gorilla, 01 •■ ( >ur decks what loafer climbs I "Here's a spankin' 'puff' by Times Comin' curlin' down her topmast like a wilier, Oj •• The Trade monsoon's arisen ! "Shake a reef out of the mi/en — And success to tight John Murray's ship Gorilla, But whilst they was imbibin', And a I ha!! Yin' and a gibin', And I'ii Chall) was a chucklin' like to beller, Came something hard and black, With an ark'ard kind of 'thwack,' lust amidships of John Murray's ship Gorilla, 01 -0 Hi ^k *H — o- -o — Hi John Murray's Ship Gorilla. When right in front appearin 4 With redoubted Gray a steerin' Rushed the Tizer and the Blazer mad to sell her, O • " Luff Ho ! " their captain cried, " Give the Yankee a broadside, "Here's a settler for John Murray's ship Gorilla, O." Then each man stood to his gun, And they blazed away like fun Whilst Du Chally tugged and twisted at the tiller, O ; Like Armstrong's ninety-eights They pounded in his 'plates,' And the figure-head of J.M. S. Gorilla, O ! Down came his flag a mucker And they fancied he had struck her, And the skrimmagin' and pepperin' grew shriller, O ; But Du Chally cried "Avast! " Nail her colours to the mast, "Lads, you hav'n't seen the last of the Gorilla, !" iV\ — o- m — c- -$* W- J ''nek en Pegasus. So scarcely had he spoke, When a loomin' thro" the smoke, All a flashin' and a bangin' 'nough to kill yer, Oj Comes Murchison and Owen, With a jolly squad in towin', Bearin' down to help John Murray's ship Gorilla, <>' Smart " liners " in variety ' ail'd t' the R'yal Society, All a ridin' so majestic on the biller, < I . Aloft the signal ran 11 The A'..S. 'j/m'/.v every man '• Will shtytO fight for Stout John Murray's ship Gorilla, O '." Fire flashed from Owen's eyes, sir, A he \ IV< the martial "l'i/er A hot shot t\\i\t wind and water, like to fill her. <>: And Sir Rod'rick com'd and < haffd \ he raked her lore and aft, Side by side with l>ra\e John Murray's ship Gorilla, 0! '• -0 Hi John Murray's Ship Gorilla. It would take a week to tell you How they went at it pellmello, And the Blazer and the Tizer got a spiller, O ; How gallant Captain Gray From a roar, changed to a bray, And tried the long-bow on John Murray's ship Gorilla, (). So I'll leave it an hiatus For S. Hubert, his afflatus, And with Owen a curvetting fit to thrill yer, O, — Chally tootin' of his horn — Gray still sticking to his stern — - Drop the curtain on John Murray's ship Gorilla, O. <H — o- -o k (The JftCjIrt for the (f b;impionship. >LD BY AN Will \ I GLADIATOR I" III- GREAT GRANDMOTH1 k. | \!<(il. Heenan of Renicia, By ninety-nine gods he swore, That the bright Belt of England S mid grace her sons no more. By ninety-nine he swore it. named the " fisting \. — •• East and west and SOUth and north," Said Kit hard Ma\ne, '"ride forth, ride forth. •• \nd summon mine array." "Ride forth by heathy Hampshire, ■ Of ' « halk stn am studded ' dells. $jr<- The Fig/it for the Championship. " And wake the beaks of Eversley " Where gallant Kingsley dwells ; " Spur fast thro' Berkshire spinneys, " The broad Hog's Back bestride, " And if the White Horse is scoured " Mount up amain and ride : "Spur, spur, I say, thro' England " As the Giaour once spurred thro' Greece, " Tho' Sayers were six he cuts his sticks, " And Dickon keeps the peace." m. Fast, fast, thro' town and hamlet The smart Detectives flew — East and west and south and north They watched the long day thro', West and north — east and south The woi'd went Hashing by, " Look out for Sayers and Heenan, " Policemen- — -mind vour eve !" 37 # Puck on Pegasus. Sir Ki< hard's bold moss-troopers I. ix.kcd out un< ommon keen, From park and plain and prairie. From heath and upland green ; From Essex fens and Fallows, From Hampshire dale and down — From Sussex 1 hundred leagues <>f --and. To Shropshire's fat and flowery land, And Cheshire's wild and wasted strand, \nd Yorkshire's heather brown; And so, of course, the fight came ofl A do/en miles from Town. M first slept "in big Heenan, I iitii.it* he 1 f< »r breadth and length ; And in his ( best it might be gues I !•■ hnd unnlensnnt ■•' To face p. iiA — 0- -C H* *M — c- The Fight for the Championship. And to him went the Sayers That looked both small and thin. But well each practised eye could read The "lion and the bull-dog" breed, And from each fearless stander-by Rang out that genuine British cry, " Go in, my boy, — and win ! " VI. And he went in — and smote him Through mouth-piece and through cheek And Heenan smote him back again Into the ensuing week : Full seven days thence he smote him, With one prodigious crack, And tli' undaunted Champion straight Discerned that he was five feet eight, When flat upon his back : — Whilst a great shout of laughter Rose from the Yankee pack. 39 -# <H — o- Puck i'ii Pegasus. VII. As from the flash the bullet, ( >ut sprang the Champion then, And dealt the huge Benician A vast thump on the chin ; And thrice and tour times sternly Drove in the shatt'ring Mow ; And thrice and four times wavered The herculean fee : And his great arms swung wildly. Like ship-masts, to and fro. And now no sound of laughter \\ .1 ^ heard from either Bide, Whilst feint, and draw, and rally, The i autious Bruisers tried : And long they sparred and countered Till Heenan sped a thrust So tier< e and (pink, it swept away 40 -o — Hi The Fight for the Championship. Th' opposing guard like sapling spray,— And for the second time that day The Champion bit the dust. IX. Short time lay English Sayers Upon the earth at length, Short time his Yankee foeman Might triumph in his strength ; Sheer from the ground he smote him And his soul went with the blow — Such blow no other hand could dash — Such blow no other arm could smash — The giant tottered low ; And for a space they sponged his face, And thought the eye would go. Time's up ! — Again they battle ; Again the strokes fly free ; 4H-<- F*i $r "%£-»- Puck on Pegasus. But S -lit arm — that arm ot pride Nmw dangles pow'rless by his side, Plain for all < j es to see ; \nd thro' that long and desperate shock fwo mortal hours on the clock — l'.\ sheer indomitable pluck With his lift hand fought he ! XI. With his left hand he fought him, Though he was sore in pain, lull twenty times hurled backw Still pressing on again u ith his left hand he fought him, Till ea< h < ould fight no more . rill Sayers could scarce!) strike a blow, I'iII I let-nan could not see his I. Such fighting England never knew I pon her soil before ' The Fight for the Championship. They gave him of the standard Gold coinage of the realm, As much as one stout guardsman Could carry in his helm: They made him an ovation ( >n the Exchange hard by, — And the)' may slap their pockets In witness if I he. And every soul in England Was glad, both high and low, And books were voted snobbish, And "gloves" were all the go; And each man told the story, Whilst ladies' hearts would melt, How Saycrs, the British Champion, Did battle for the Belt. m — o- — H? 43 #-- Puck on Pegasus. And still, when Yankees swagger lli" almighty "stars and stripes," And put eternal bunkum Into their neighbours' pipes — With joke and gibe and banter 1 ong shall the tale be told, llm\ stout Tom Sayers kepi the 1 >«-- 1 1 And Yankee I >OOdle sold ' 4 M EH — o ■ — — — o — m Clje petition. ^ ! pause awhile, kind gentleman, Nor turn thy face away ; There is a boon that I must ask, A prayer that I would pray. Thou hast a gentle wife at home ? A son — perchance like me — And children fair with golden hair To cling around thy knee ? Then by their love I pray thee, And by their merry tone ; By home, and all its tender joys, Which I have never known, — 45 -^ HI Puck on Ptgiisus. I'.\ .ill the smiles thai luiil thee now By every former si B) every pang that thou hast felt When lone, perchance, as I. — By youth and all its blossoms bright, By manhood's ripened fruits, r.\ Faith and I lope and ( lharit) , S i-r'll let me (lean \ci bo< >t^ :-""' ' - To /ate p. 46. pofo the Oiuiqbtcrs tome oohjn at riunoon. tf\ 0- (By R—b—t S—th—y.) There statidyth on the om side of Dunoon, a hill or moleock of pass) tteepnesse, and right slipperie withal; whereupon, in gaye times, y c youths and y" maidens of that towne do exceedingly disport themselves and take their pleasaunce ; runnynge both uppe and downe with great glee and joyousnesse, to the much endangerment of then- fair nekkes. " KlRKE's Memoirs. OW do the Daughters Come down at Dunoon? — Hi 47 *H — o- Ho%v the Daughters come down at Dunoon. Feathers a-flying all — bonnets untying all — Crinolines rapping and flapping and slapping all, Balmorals dancing and glancing entrancing all, — Feats of activity— Nymphs on declivity — Sweethearts in ecstasies — Mothers in vextasies — Lady-loves whisking and frisking and clinging on True-lovers puffing and blowing and springing on, Flushing and blushing and wriggling and giggling on, Teazing and pleasing and wheezing and squeezing on, Everlastingly falling and bawling and sprawling on, Flurrying and worrying and hurrying and skurrying on, Tottering and staggering and lumbering and slithering on, Any fine afternoon, About July or June That's just how the Daughters Come down at Dunoon ! 49 o — Hi <H — o- -: ~ I: 4 (The jpoct (L lose' (Mr. "Barney Afagw unt.) CH! botheration! what a^perturbation And exasperation in the Pi At the first mintion of tin- Queen's intintion fo confer a pinsion on the Poj i < i ■ i-i ! There was the True-blues-man and the Farthin newsman All in the confushan fightin cheek by jowl : And the Whi^s ami Tories forgett'n their fr- ill their indignation and giniral howl I -©- ••• -o — H* iH — o- ' 2Vie Poet Close? First the Tittle-tattle and the Penny-rattle Led off the battle with a puny squake, Whilst the Big tin-kettle and the 'heavy metal' His hash for to settle took the liberty to spake ; — " Shure 'twas most ongracious, not to say owdacious, "And enough to bring the wather to their eyes, " To take the loaves and fishes from the chilthren's dishes, " And bestow the Royal Bounty in such wise ! " If so be that noble Er-rls and infarior chur-rls " Has parties they don't love and daresen't bate, " Let them squaze their purses to choke off the curses '• And not foist their verses on the Public State ! " 'Twas a worse than jobbery, and a right down robbery. " For to give the ruffian fifty pounds a year, " Becase the swate nobilities were dhreading his civilities, " And ould Lord Lonsdale in a state of bodily fear. " Themselves despiting, there was Carlisle writing, " And Brougham inditing of saft-sardering notes, 5« -0 R* * fc~ Puck on Pegasus. •'And Viscount Palmerston a-chuckling at the harm he's done, " And (lipping his fingers in the county votes, — '• 'Twoirld be a wrong entirely, to be repinted direly, "If the scribbling blackguard <>n 'the List' was placed, "And should the Legislature support the crature "Then foT sartin shure the counthry was disgraced!" the papers thundered, and the paple wondered Whose nose had blundered into this hornet's nist ; And the Queen, Heav'n bless her! the Roy'l Redhn Struck Clone's name out of the Civil List Och ! then, what ;i rowing and a rubadub-dow-ing And universal crowing filled the air, With .1 gin'ral hissing, hut Lord Pam was missing, Vnd in.ikm for the house-top b) the -met st.iir ! -^ ^Dbcvtiscment. OST, stolen, or strayed ! — Goodness only knows which — A confoundedly ugly terrier bitch. Coat short, fore-legs long, colour mud" dyish black. (Item — bites freely:) no hair on the back : — Whoso brings the above to Old-Lady Place East, Will be rewarded ! ! (by getting rid of the beast). rf iU — c- -0 Hi *H — o- -o — B> n ia ■ 0nx §toed Recruiting Sergeants, I -. •// before >. I '/<//, //<■/• fovfej of gold fell iter >' EDW \KI> AMi llill.il T A. OME look from the window with me, Charley love, They are marching this way thro' the om : With I latter of steel, Ami echoing peal, Ami a ringing reverb'rating hum \ i they i ome ; To the tuck of the Volunteer drum. I the tuck of the Volunteer drum — ( >ur own \ (ihmt! • rley mine, — . now their aims glam •• Front form ' left— advance I " As the long column wheels into line It's divine I .. w it. h how then knoneU shine. i Our Sweet Recruiting Sergeants. ' From village and town they have drawn, They've gathered from lowland and height, — Their lasses have braced The steel to their waist, And armed them for England and right, and to fight For the banner that's waving to night. Gallant hearts ! they are bound to our own, — They are linked by each tie that endears, — By hopes and by pray'rs — By smiles and by tears — ■ Long, long ring those shouts in our ears ! Hark, three cheers- Three times three for our brave Volunteers ! Adieu ! the bright pageant grows dark, — Their ranks are beginning to fade — The last glimmer dies . . . There's a mist in my eyes — 9 9 ■ 0—+: 55 <H — 0- llu-ir \oiii-s come faint thro' the shade, That' ight t<> our Rifle I I'm afraid -0- HI -> HI Tofaccj, -/ *H — o- -o — m *H — o- Sxmnci By II. C. PENNELL, To HIMSELF. (Substituted for that to Mr. Tupper in former editions.) H Puck, O Pennell ! didst thou write a song To Martin Tupper, love of many a maid, Wherein thou pouredst vials hot and strong, And saidst some things more sweet to leave unsaid, — And did that wronged, but calm and jubilant swan, Stung with just wrath, thy vanities reprove, Yet with fair speech and less in hate than love 57 Puck I'll /' • Acting his own philosophy, heart-strong? Then lor thy sins, Pennell, shalt thou sit, \nd with expiant agonies give birth ro the worst Sonnet ever sung on earth, And it shall stand for that which thou hast writ . shall thy breast of conscience prick have case. And injured Tupper poetize in |" IH -0- 4 *H — o- -0 Hi M, ttUbo ? HO comes so damp by grass and grave At ghastly twilight hour, p And bubbles forth his pois'nous breath On ev'ry shudd'ring flow'r? Who dogs the houseless wanderer Upon the wintry wold : And kisses — with his frothy lips — The clammy brow and colli D Who, hideous, trails a slimy form, Betwixt the moonlight pale, And the pale, fearful, sleeping face? — «H — o- -o — H*. Puck on Pegasus. < >ur little friend — the Snail 4 JH — o- £bi(n Cnals."' l:V A DYSPEPTIC. UNCH, sir? yes-ser, pickled salmon Cutlets Kidneys Greens and " " Gammon ! Have you got no wholesome meat, sir? Flesh or fowl that one can eat, sir?" " Eat, sir ? yes-ser, on the dresser Pork, sir" — "Pork, sir, I detest, sir" — "Lobsters?" "Are to me unblest, sir" — "Duck and Peas?" "I can't digest, sir" — •'Puff, sir?" "Stuff, sir!" "Fish, sir?" "Pish, sir!" •■Sausage?" "Sooner eat the dish, sir — Hath the Puppy charms for Briton ? Can the soul rejoice in Kitten ?" 61 *H — c- -o — Hi |H Puck on i Shrimps, sii ■'■; prawns, sir? crawfish? winkle? lops ready in a twinkle ? Wilks and cockles, crabs to follow ■• I [eav'ns, nothing I can swallow*! • \\ Ml W '• Yes sar." u Bread for tweet] I shall starve in midst i t pie Ij <; ,i -o — Hi a] — o- cbool "jftebs." ^\f Y, there they sit ! a merry rout As village green can show That were such woful little wights A summer hour ago. Such woful weary little wights! And very hungry too — And now they look like sausages All smiling in a row. iH — o- -o — ya. <H— <- Puck on Pegasus. Foi they have fed on dainty Uvc This blessed August day, \nd ate— as only people cat When other people p A p) ramid of roasted ox I la> vanished like a shot ; Plum puddings, brobdignag, have gone The set ond time, to pot ; Deluded fowls have come to grief, With perse* uted And ducks (it IS a \\ n ked world !) 1 departed life in peas. \!v Lord and Lady Bountiful I lave done the ch il thing, — i lady patrons ol the turf I I ited in the Ring . 4 -o — k* School " Feeds T The Grand Comptroller of the cake Can hardly hold the knife ; The milk-and-water Ganymede 13 weary of her life ; Yet still the conflict rages round ! But now there comes a lull — The edge of youthful appetite Is waxing somewhat dull — And fat Fenetta bobs, and says " No, thank ye, mum, — I'm ' ml ' ! Alone amid the festive throng One tiny brow is sad ! One cherub face is wet with grief — What ails yon little lad? 65 v Ei ir- Pink on Pegasus. Why still with scarifying sleeve That tearful visage rul>? Ah ' much I tear, my gentle boy, You don't enjoy your grub ! Vou're altogether off VOUT teed, Your laughing looks have tied, — Perhaps some little faithful friend punched your little head? You misfl some well remembered face The merry rout among ? The lips that blest, the .inns that prest, The aeck to which you clung? A brother's voice? a sister's smile? Peri p you've bumf vow tongw .x, iiA — o- # School " Feeds." Here, on a sympathetic breast, Your tale of suff'ring pour. Come, darling ! tell me all " Boo-hoo ;- — " I can't eat any more ! " iH — o- 67 -: gcrbn 0;in. 1 1 ! who will over the Downs with me? Over Epsom Downs, and awa) The Sun has got a tear in his eye, And the moming mists arc li^ht and high ; — We shall have a splendid day. And splendid it is, by all that's hot ' - . 8 ■% — o — hf* Derby Day. A regular blaze on the hill ; And the turf rebounds from the light-shod heel And the tapering spokes of the delicate wheel With a springy-velvety sort of a feel That fairly invites " a spill." Splendid, I say, but we musn't stop, The folks are beginning to run : Is yonder a cloud that covers the course? No, it's fifty thousand — man and horse — Come out and see the fun. So — just in time for the trial spin ; The jocks are cantering out, — We shall have the leaders round in a crack, And a hundred voices are shouting " back," But nobody stirs a foot ! There isn't a soul a soul will budge So much as an inch from his place, Tho' the hue of the Master's scarlet coat 69 < #■ J 'uck oh Pegasus. ts .. joke compared to his fat e. •• [\o the ropes! to the ropes!" — \<>w sti< k to your hold, — \ breezy Butter of crimson and gold, And the crowd arc swept aside. — can sec (the brim of my hat in your eyes? < )h, nonsense — ) the i they fall and rise Like a swarm of variegated tlies ( loming glittering up the ride ; ' l'> the ropes, for yOUT life! . . Here they come . . there they go — " The exquisite graceful tin: In the \er\ s|H.rt of their Strength and pride: ii ' that's the Favourite— look at his stride, It suggests tile idel of wi: And tin- glossy neck is arched and firm In spite «>f the flying pa< e ; The jockey sli< ks to his li.ii. k like glue, And his hand is • pi it k and his eye ifl true. i u hati\ er skill and pluck I in do c ■* — :•• rEH Hi Derby Day. They will do to get the race. The colt with the bright broad chest, Will run to win to day — There's fame and fortune in every bound And a hundred and fifty thousand pound Staked on the gallant Bay ! "They're off!" .... And away at the very first start, " Hats down ! hats down in front ! " Down there, you sir in the wide-awake ! " The tightened barriers quiver and shake But they bravely bear the brunt. A hush, like death, is over the crowd — D'you hear that distant cry ? . . . Then hark how it gathers, far and near, One rolling, ringing, rattling cheer As the race goes dashing by, 7i *H — c- *■# Puck on /'(-<tius. And away with the hats and caps in the air, And the horses seem to fly ! . . . Forward I forward! at railway speed, There's one that has fairly taken the lead In a style that can scarce miscarry \ < >vcr and on, like a flash of light, And now his colours are coming in sight, Favourite I Favourite I — scarlet and white — He'll win, by the Lord Harrj 1 1 It he <an but clear the Corner, I say, The I 'cili) is lost and won— It's .1 fearful shave, but he'll do the trick, NOW I Now ! -well ridden he's passing it quick. Il.'s round I . . . No, he isn't; he's broken his neck. And the jo< key his collar hone : And the whirlwind race is over his head, Without Stopping to ask if he's living or dcad,- t In 1 1- ever SUch rudeness known? ' <> :• " • • : -o — H*. Derby Day. He fell like a trump in the foremost place- He died with the rushing wind on his face- At the wildest bound of his glorious pace — In the mad exulting revel ; He left his shoes to his son and heir, His hocks to a champagne dealer at Ware, A lock of his hair To the Lady-Mare, And his hoofs and tail to the devil. <ro % MT o r D ^ollnnrccn's CL ourtbhip. \ POST WBJTBI TO BIS ik!isi> / rv HATCH. Th PROBABLY 'SATURDAY NIGHT ABOl I iv K IN TIIK ■ it thtpur} < i Ho, Hi Ha, II- Mr. Hum ' ' Charley, let me weep adown \<>ur Manly bosom! o'er thut chamber, hum surely run ad lil>i. # • H — o -o — : Lord Jollygreen's Courtship. I'm a victim ! friend and pitcher ! — done incontinently brown — your Poet is immensely diddled by a — but narrabo tibi : — (There's a Lady, who writes verses, in the true spasmodic metre, — Better writes she, certes, better, than all women without end : Writes full darkly : — I defy all Bards alive or dead to beat her At a nubibustic stanza that no man can comprehend — Her sublime afflatus had I, and her noble scorn of rhyming, I could write you something tallish — should make Lindley Murray suffer, — < L iW — o— — 75 # Puck on Pegasus. Would she •' lean her spirit" o'er me, in this rhympho- leptic (-limiting,* I would paint My COURTSHIP in a style would make you stare, Old Buffer!)— \..i know, Charley, where I saw my Marianne (first) in Belgravia ; Ami (mi undo) how I loved her, with more love than kith or kin do ! I I won, and wed her yestermorri and her ia\ iour Shall hear in 6v« words last night, ftitf r xo.fusoi fry th* Window (| mj Charley, jrou remember on that cold fifth of \ nd in »/i (•»/ mount to tl , Lord Jolly greeris Courtship. As we sauntered slowly eastward, with the weed between our lips ; How we spied a damsel beauteous, lymphomatically duteous, (Id est: cook at Number 7, scrubbing of the kitchen steps) Charley, you and I remember, on that bright fifth of November, How she knelt there like a statue, — knelt bare-armed in the breeze, — Whilst her saponaceous lavement catalambanized the pavement, And her virginal white vesture fluttered, reefed-wise, to the knees. Spell-bound in the road behind her, paused the Hurdy Gurdy Grinder, Strangling in his aberration Jumping Jimmy the baboon ; <?4— — — ffl. -o Puck on Whilst the Genius of the Organ, fa» bated by her (iorgon ! enraptured captured— playing wildly out of tunc. Then with her blue eyes entrancing, and her taper ankle glan< ing, And her rounded arms akimbo resting on her dainty waist ; She half turned, and turning threw me one glance " utterly to undo me" — (Well, I swear 'twas >"<■ she looked at, Charley, and she showed her tasb more my soul beguiling, in arch silence she ke|>t smiling — And my heart within my bosom, pretematurally hopped. Still as near I drew, and nearer, fairer she grew and fairer (1) — #■ j- HI uA — o- Lord Jolly green 'x Courtship. On both knees upon the pavement (Miles's bags, my Boy) I dropped. Then — but why should I confide you, what you know as well as I do ? How she looked up like an angel, (I can see her figure still !) 70 -o — k* o — \\\ ft- -;■ — Hi W-* Puck ci: ■• I and yours, sir, it you'll take me — if you'll marry me and make me \ fine Lady, or a I Hichess— won't you?" "Jove.'' I. '• I will : " How thenceforward every morning, wet and wind and weather scorning. By the steps of Number 7. punctual as the clock I past, — How my love grew daily stronger— strength'ning as the days grew longer — fill my Marianne consented, and we named the (.lay at last. How my Queen of cake and curry volunteered a muffin- worrj . How I fondlj made my advent somewhat ere the time pread, — And on going to the Cupboard like a KCOnd Mother I [ubbard, Found the same, not "bare," hut fill'd with six net one oi 1 [one < ruards Red. .\ard ' 'tiN m\ only brothi 1 "Silence, M v, -o — k* Lord Jollygreeiis Courtship. " Come out of your cupboard, Lobster ! from your shell, O, private Brown, — "Slave! (I said) base Kitchen-creeper! (said I) I will close your peeper ! " I will tap your claret, Lobster, — I'll — ' but here he knocked me down. -©— m <H — «- Puck on Pegasus. How, soon after, whilst at breakfast, si. to make When a step was heard descending swiftly by the kite hen pair, — .\n<l a voice cried "Now l\e caught her!" "Gracious! jump into the v.ater- " Butt that's standing dry and empty, underneath the laundry stair ! " lo make this tale a I I low I jumped into the w i Which just then stood dry, but ev'ry mom was fiU'd some eight feet deep, I low they pumped the water in it, ere I'd been ensconced ,i minu And I rushed back to the kitchen looking like a drowndrd ep I II iw, still chained bj 1 <>ve the Fetterer, spite of cupboard and etcetera, f -■> — M> # Lord Jollygreeri s Courtship. To Cremorne next day I took her, in a highly liberal manner ; Purveyed buns and ices satis, and a sherry-cobbler — gratis ! (Tho' you know I do not, Charley, love to separate from a tanner) — How, when ev'rything was paid for, fun and fireworks only stayed for ; And my Marianne had eaten ev'rything that she was able ; Whilst the Resonant Steam-Dragon* (that's the tea-pot), and the flagon Of Lymphatic Cow (that's milk), stood smiling on the arbor table, — •' Might she just step out and find her parasol she'd left behind her? * " She has halls and she has castles, and the resonant Steam-Eagles "Follow far on the direction of her little dove-like hand." — — r* 83 <H — fr- •■ \\ hilst I kindly poured the tea out, and the cream that lookM so yellow ? " — Yellow? II'. ha! blue, green, sink it!— She never came back to drink it : — I fell flummoxed in a brown.* {study, understood, old fellow ). Hot? well 'twas bul hearts am't tin tacks ('mantium vide syntax) Even then 1 couldn't spurn her satin-tongued, soap-soft .is silk, — me his heart could harden, so divinel) asked foi pard< hi I imbibed the obvious crammer mildlj as mj mother's milk. Viperl (said I) ind forgave her and she promised to behave her Sell in future like an angel (which she did, including • . ."II in n dark I • t •:- ■ Lord Jollygreen 's Courtship. And I fancied yestermorning (ass) that my reward was dawning, — So it was — and with a vengeance ! (ass again) But some one rings ? — Twas a cruel thing — but funny? — her eloping with her Honey- Moon just risen ? — cutting, very, — and for me the world is dead. Slightly crushing to my hopes is this performance on the ropes ! Miss Marianne suspensa scalis — (would 'twere sus. per col. instead !) Ass that I was to be wedded ! — Wonderfully wooden- headed ! I'm a wiser man now, Charley, — certes, up to snuff — but sadder, — Oh, the fickle little Hindoo ! Facilis descensus window ! *H — o- ^5 *rt— e- * Puck Oh that hell again! what's thi>? mm | IDDER I ■ ■ ■ \ llil I ->l — V\ oA — 0- -0 fti 1 figbt. [" Fame must be conquered as a foe, not wooed as a mistress ; and strength — strength naked, inborn, inherent — -is the one power that can conquer her" — Unwritten preface to " Drama 'is Personce."^ O you want to beat? — Do you want to win in the war? — To strike your root like a bar thro' the face of the rock and live, A name amongst men for ever? Strip : strip ! that's the word — Xo bar, no spell like that; — *H — o- 4 Puck on /' Stri|i ere you enter the Lists, — < hi" with the flimsy fei Aw. iv with the forge* 1 blade, I to the breast, bare. Then stretch your arms and set your teeth Look, the throat of the foe ( Hutch it, and down w ith him ! ■ y * v aA — o- -o — hy ftoi (£*act(» ! H ! whose, yon cottage by the brook, Von cottage white and clean ; ' 'an' st tell me, little village boy, For 'tis a pleasant scene ? A pleasant and a lovely scene, Where innocence must dwell ; Where gentle-hearted peasants learn To love the sabbath bell. Net theirs the strife for vulgar wealth, For sordid gain unblest ; Their simple wants are all supplied From Nature's bounteous breast. S 9 -: 1> Puck on Pegasus. In peaceful labour flows their 1 i ft* Amid such scenes as these ; And ah ! inethinks I spy a friend Beneath the < hestnut trees. A friend of man ! that faithful friend, Whose patience ne'er doth fail, — Who lets the little Clodhoppers Plaj mildly with his tail It is, // i ild the 1" died an Behold the beast who doth rejo In thistles more than grass I Thru tell me whose these rural su , ■ hat toil reward . I he purling brook the whispVing trees The Kdward on the sward k- w — c- Not Exactly ! The cottage with the rustic thatch ? At length the urchin spoke — " That ere's where Fayther kills the pigs, ••And yon's his Cat's-Meat Moke."' •A tf J 9i r ..;.: Can of the Orocitrt) Jinfliiciuctti. ii - ihp'uyii > Dever here <uir feet shall ■ »re ' Dever bore with byrtle boughs lit • - hall I t*\ i ►ever bore her bello Bake bell : \ « ith b Devei ^hai! wre 1 1« Ipt- r bore, \htd lie flotl • • iU o — 9 HJ Lay of the Deserted Tnfluenzosd. Dever shall we gaze at dight Upon the tedtder bood ! Ho, doe, doe ! Those berry tibes have flowd, Ad I shall dever see her bore, ' By beautiful ! by owd ! Ho, doe, doe ! I shall dever see her bore, She will forget be id a bofeth, (Bost probably before.) — She will forget the byrtle boughs, Tlie flow'rs we plucked at dood, Our beetigs by the tedtder stars, Our gazigs od the bood. Ad I shall dever see agaid The Lily ad the Rose ; Tlie dabask cheek ! the sdowy brow I The perfect bouth ad dose ! $2 — o . o — H$ 93 • Puck on Pegasus, Ho, doe, d< Those berry t i 1 » t- -» have flowd - Ad I shall dever see her b B) beautiful ' ' by owd I ! "*"# eH — o- -o — k* &b BW !W 8° rtf j- (Euston Square 1840.; VI OW then, take your seats ! for Glasgow and the North ; Chester ! — Carlisle ! — Holyhead,— and the wild Frith of Forth : • Clap on the steam and sharp's the word, "You men in scarlet cloth: — " Are there an)- more pas . . sengers, " For the Night . . Mail . . to the North ! " 95 Pitch OH . there any more passengers? Yes three — but they can't get iii. Too late, too Late! — How they bellow and ki They might as well try to soften a rock. As the heart of that fellow in green. Foi • e N ight Mail North ? what lb. (No use to struggle, you can't get thi My young ,\x\k\ lusty one — Whither awa) from t Foi the lake ami the stream and the heather blown. "Ami the double-barrelled gun!" I ' the Night Mail North, 1 - ■ \ ou, w ith the eager c\ es — \ "ii w ith the h.i. ■ and pale ? ' From a ruined hearth and a Starving brood, •• \ i : me ami a felon's gs #-• ->— Rj The Night Mail North. For the Night Mail North, old man?— Old statue of despair — Why tug and strain at the iron gate ? " My daughter ! '.'" Ha ! too late, too late, [ She is gone, you may safely swear ; She has given you the slip, d' you hear ? She has left you alone in your wrath,— And she's off and away, with a glorious start, To the home of her choice, with the man of her heart, By the Night Mail North ! Wh- Wh — ■ish, R- -ish, R- — ush, -ush . . "What's all that hullabaloo? " Keep fast the gates there — who is this " That insists on bursting thro' ? " 97 -o — m iH— *- A desperate man whom none may withstand, For look, there is something clench'd in his hand— the bearer is to drop — i I waves it wildly to and fro, \nd hark ! how the crowd are shouting l>cl"\\ •• Back :'— And bark the opposing barriers ■./ rept the Cannongate murderer^ Hoi •• In i'h Queen's name — rop. Xnother //• ■ tue." \\ lush rush -m hish — rush . . . i Guard h.is caught the flutt'ring sheet, . forward and northward ' fierce and fleet, Thro' tin ini>t and the dark and the driving sleet, \ if lil ind death were in it ; ' Pis i splendid ra< I And a thousand t< n it : • «H — o- The Night Mail North. Look at those flitting ghosts — The white-arm'd finger-posts — If we're moving the eighth of an inch, I say, We're going a mile a minute ! A mile a minute — for life or death — Away, away ! though it catches one's breath. The man shall not die in his wrath : The quivering carriages rock and reel — Hurrah ! for the rush of the grinding steel ! The thundering crank, and the mighty wheel ! — Are there any more pas . . sengers For the Nierht . . Mail . . to the North ? -0 — Hi -c — H^ 99 »*"^ "^T #'bc Cost mn- EELER I hast thou found my treasure, Hast thou seen my vanish'd Fair 5 Flora of the raven ringlets, Flora i»t tin.- shininc h.iir? Tell me < |inc k, and no palaver, i : 1 am a man <>t heat — I last thou seen her, X 100 ? 1 1 ;1 tlum \ iew'd hei on thv be u ? ^P*- — '.■ m — «•- I've Lost my Mark'd, I say, her fairy figure In the wilderness of Bow? Traced her Lilliputian foot-prints On the sands of Rotten Row? Out, alas ! thou answ'rest nothing, And my senseless anger dies ; Who would look for " speculation " In a boiled potato's eyes? Foggy Peeler ! purblind Peeler ! Wherefore walk'st thou in a dream ?- Ask a plethoric black beetle Why it walks into the cream ! Why the jolly gnats find pleasaunce In your drowsy orbs of sight,- — «H — o- \\ hy besotted daddy I I [urn into the nearest Hgl 'Tis h . " //(»// mi ricordo? And he wanders in a .\s that other peel, her- in j our glass of All. ni) i I > P rl of .ill thy peerh i W here shall fan< y find one fit, O I p to till th\ \.i. .nit plai } Who < .in be the graceful ditto 1 >itto to thai form and fa I Irn. e, then, sentimental twaddle ! \jo\e, tli\ f< ttei ? I will (K - *H — o- -o — Hi J've Lost my ■ Friendship is not worth a boddle, Lost, alas! I've lost — my Skye. A TAIL-PIECE. *H— o- # vTbc bin (£nss&b*. Preach'd by Puck I st Paint and Pommade.) IH -<- DO you wish th it your face should be fail ? That your cheek should be rosy and plump ? Morning noontide and nighl Take a <lip in the bright Wave thai Bows from the spoul of the pump, From i Pumi i dump -0 — Hi The VIII Crusade. Do we care for the lily Pick'd in Piccadilly, Or grown by the " Camphorate Lump." Do you sigh for ambrosial hair? For clustering ringlets to match ? Little goose ! To the deuce With pommades, learn the use Of the brush, and you'll soon have a thatch That shall catch The moustachio'd amasser Of Rowland's Macassar, At twenty-five shillings a batch. Is it ivOry teeth you desire? A set that nd dentist e'er trammels? To Rowland's O-dont-o Cry, " No, that we won't O, It softens the precious enamels !" o -o — %i 105 Puck on Pegasus. (Not Rachell's, but SchamyPs, Sent packing, confound it, To the Sultan Mahound, — it 'S an nature/, perched upon Camels.*) Then toy not with powder and pastel Sweet nymphs, they are deadliest fi No Pivef persuade you — \.> k< >\\ i \\i> invade you — in peace let ea< h dimple rep< Where it gTOWS I When he shows \ ou in-- Kalydi »r Loth Reply, '■ We've a notion ns t.i understand what this means : the author will, • \|>!.iin it. Thus : Schamyl is or «.is the firal chief of <"ir- h had the felicity of supplying the Turkish Sultans with wives, who nstantinople'on i I they weren't it's \\ el! then, I been leir beautiful teeth enami see? m — o- The VIII Crusade. "It takes all the skin off one's nose!" (As he goes) Add, " There's nothing can beat yours " For blist'ring the features f ' But 'Atkinson's Milk of the Rose!" # •o — ho o — H' #"*■ *T he Crossing- ^luccpcr. ■ ■/,•/. ) A little charity fpr the love of Heaven.'' yj^AKK! from 3t Martin's — one — two — three- . . . Paul's now — five 5|3( ran . . . , a deep tone strikes in — Seven eight — nine — ten eleven : The big bells bw< ep the heaven, Till the full choir, \ from one broad swoll'n brim, swing midnight Into the silent air, > — H* The Crossing-Sicceper. And set St. Stephen's quivering, And the Great Globe shuddering In Leicester Square — The great round Globe, spike-girdled, — A child was sleeping there. A boy, and small and ragged, His muddy broom lay near; How came he houseless, homeless, How came he to be here, With the dew glistening on his cheek ? Or could it be a tear? Why pillowed thus so hardly Lay the once silken head ? — And a small voice beside me, As to the thought unsaid, Replied, "He ain't got nothing To get himself a bed." iH — o- -0 Hi 109 j a— ♦■ ->— *> Puck on Slowly from that cold pavement We roused the little man. And I was loth to wake him - i low the hour glass ran ; But the iced dawnwind swept the square. And shook the night dews from its hair, And a grey frost began . . . knife straight to the marrow Like that sharp diwnuin ' The greasy mud grew blacker I he Bweltering gutter froze — And yet I paused, for in my mind \ dun misgiving i \ 1 1 ii. un an oi finish l lie whole s< ene < lung about ; \ tow li ol rnelodrame, maj That woke a tOU< h of douht : ? : -o — Hi The Crossing-Sweeper. At any rate I waited For it seemed indicated That I should see it out. And lo ! the infant tattered, But penniless no more, Had curled his small self up again Under the railings in the rain — He almost seemed to snore. I crossed . . . two ragged imps lay coiled Where one had lain before ! Again I watched — ah, pity ! Where was the hand to have stayed? — In warm clothed, well housed Leicester Square, Five little bedless boys there were Along the pavement laid ! — They evidently fancied The " sleeping dodge " had paid. «H — o- -o — m ■a — ~ Puck on Pegasus. And yet I hope the very Next time that midnight dim Unveils a ragged urchin Crouched on the pavement grim. That something like a sixpence Will pass from me to him. It's not because imposture May chance to reap our mite, That we should risk refusing Shelter from the pitiless night] \et U< ause the Poor law Works with a niggard stint, That you and 1 are called on To make our fares Bint Wt well I know that many A pious soul is rext, And thinks ' to give ' peidition -o — H* The Crossing- Sweeper. In this world and the next : "Refuse to him that asketh " Is how they read the text. But heed not thou, fair England, The pomps of other lands, Their palaces and temples Built up by hireling hands. Whilst in thy free soil rooted The free-will offering stands. The Hospital and Alms-house Where age may lay its head, And the sick man may be tended, And the starving man be fed, Are better shrines and prouder Than trophies blazed with gold ; And nobler worth than gorgeous piles, And pillared naves and glittering aisles, Where peoples' hearts are cold. 113 -0 — H* ^—Hh Puck on Pegasus. And of the thousand fame-scrolls Our English scutcheons lift I hold the grandest, best of all, That writing, plain on many a wall. Prophetic against fear or fall. "Supported bv Frej Gn i m o- -o — MP *H — o- -o — H\ IN ME0f*¥0S, F you love to wear An unlimited extent of hair Push'd frantically back behind a pair Of ears, that all asinine comparison defy — And peripatate by star light To gaze upon some far light Till you've caught an aggravated catarrh right In the pupil of your frenzy rolling eye, — si — «H — c- Puck on Pegasus. Or it' you're given to the style ( )f that mad fellow Tom Carlyle, And fancy all the while, you're taking "an earnest view" of things; Making Rousseau a her.), Mahomet any better than Nero, And Cromwell an angel in ev'rything except the wii ( )r if you weep sonnets, ( >\er Time, and on its Everlasting works of "art" and "genius" (cobweb wreath'd!) \iid fly off into rapture At some \ illanous old picture Not an atom like nature \ni my human creature, thai ever breath'd, — Some Ama/onian Vixen indescribable < omplexion And hideous all conception t<> surpass ; And actually prefer tins abhorrence <H — o- Y — H* *H — o- I/t Medicevos. To a lovely portrait by Sir Thomas Lawrence Why then, I think that you must be an Ass ! -O Hi ■>— fe* <$r (The uOlcll of <T rutli I w VS sunset (much ill used hour, \\ hi< h ditt'i ing Poets tell you [s ev'ry shade from green to red, And Southey swears it's yellow) And so i lay and smoked the weed— [mmaculate I lavannah ! — And watch'd .1 spider nobbling flies In .in .ntistu manner. aA — o- Thc Well of Truth. And mused in speculative vein On England, and her story ; Why Palmerston was dubb'd a Whig, And Derby was a Tory ; — Why Manchester detested war, And cottons took delight in ; Why Cobden's voice was all for peace, And Horsman's all for fighting ; — Why England sent our Bibles' store, To teach our pig-tail'd brother ; And gave him Gospel with one hand, And Opium with the other ; — And why the Church was always poor, And Lawyers lived in clover, And why my tailor made me pay His last . . account . . . twice .... over 119 *# Puck on Pegasus. And why Perhaps it was the scent That hover'd round my bow'r? Perhaps it was the gnats that haunt That soul-subduing hour? < )r else those little busy bees — Which sting um- •><> severely — dreamy music round my head, Until I >r nearly But lo ! I floated on a pool, Beneath a monstrous runnel, Whose crowning disc shone faintly out, Like sun light thro' a tunnel ; And forms and faces quaint .im\ strange Swept by me e\ iy minute ; And ev*r) breast transparent lay, \ ! had a window i H O- -0 1 1 1 -0 — k?; The Well of Truth. Then sudden through my mind it flashed- What mania could have got 'em — The place was truth's historic well, And I — was at the bottom. And first I marked a sombre man Of aspect wondrous saintly, Whose pious eyes looked shocked and good, If Sin but whispered faintly ; And every Sunday in the plate, His clinking gold was given With such an air — the righteous vowed His alms had conquered Heaven ! And such his godly wrath 'gainst all Who betted, swore, or liquored, — Old women said around his head An Angel halo flickered. -o — m J 'nek on Pegasus. But looking through his heart I saw A blank, dark, moral torpor, — And while he gave his princely alms He cursed the needy pauper. And all men grovelled at his feet With coax, and crawl, and wheedle But I thought of Dives' burning tor And the parabolic needle. And next 1 spied a priestly land In < I ope, and mitre, Who dil! ring slightly from the Church, Lent all their wits to spite her, — With some who thought church mu Devil . ; ■ ."us handl And some who lit Polemic Wat :!t.ir t .in . &U $-}- — h$ The Well of Truth. And one who held a certain place Most probable to get to, Unless he preached in a scarlet cloak And prayed in a falsetto — But one thing I could plainly read, Each pious breast displaying ; — The rev'rend men took more delight In quarrelling than praying ! They passed — and lo ! an Hebrew youth, To ebon locks confessing, The sturdy yeomanry of Bucks • In honeyed phrase addressing. And so enthusiastic waxed The sleek bucolic charmer; As if his body, soul, and brains, Had all been born a farmer. 123 -c 1 ■ Puck OH And he fell "glad" and "proud," h< In meet his friends again — "III^ \;dued friends I " — and in his heart llr wished diem all in Spain. And so he gave their right good health- \nd off it went in toppers : And called them " Men and Patrii \n<l in his li - idhoppers " And then -with very blandest smiles 11 self and boon carousers, lia\ to some model louts. And one <? fair of trousers ! t m And .i^ he tried " Take, tine old man. i i.e^t oi merit's brandii • / ',-./. ■• I urn ,' "i i \ the meeting ham and • '• gricultural V ' -i -0 • *H— o — ■ o — m The Well of Truth. He thought, "Was ever such a Calf " On such thin understandings ! " Just then rolled by, so bluff and bold, A tar — from truck to kelson — And prophesied such vast exploits, Men cried — " Another Nelson ! " "You'll see," quoth he, "I'll shortly be In Heav'n or Cronstadt reckoned " — But never meant to chance the first, Or go too near the second, And then I lost him in the crowd, Nor could the question try on ; If I'd heard the voice of Balaam's ass Or the roar of Britain's lion ! But when I read what bumping things The hero had been saying, $-| — o o — fctft 125 <H — c- Puck t'u Pegasus. I thought I knew what Gray must mean J'.y the <lin of battle braying. — nm ■ -: \> mi—mmmmm m — ©- ■0 Hi |)mls jof % Jffru &ri8. *H — o- 00 D gracious Julia ! wretched girl, "What horror do I see ? What frantic fiend has done the deed That rends your charms from me? Those matchless charms which like the sun Lit up Belinda Place — ■ What fiend, I ask, in human mask Has dared to black your face? 127 -o — R* -: — HI Puck on Pegasus. Your lips that once out-bloom'd the rose Arc both of ebon hue ; Your chin is brown — your checks arc green Your nose is prussian blue! This morn the very driven snOw Was not so stainless pure, — And now, alack ! you're more a black. Than any black a more. Some wretch has painted you! Oh, Jov«| That 1 could dutch his throat! — That I could givt his face B call, Who gave your fai e a coat i If there is justice in the lan«l But no — the Ian is bosh : Although it's true you're black and blue That remedy " won't wash." Revei . I \ ' \et hold, no i II be calm, sweet wife *H — 0- Perils oj the Fine Arts. Calm — icy calm Speak, woman, speak That I may have his life ! ! Who did the deed?— " Oh ! Charles, 'twas you ! " Nay, dearest, do not shrink — "This face and chin! — I've washed it in " Your Photographic Ink ! " \ PORTRAIT (AFTER BLACK-ALL). -o — Hi 129 ticjcctcL) ^DDrcsses." I K i ;i portly party . Sir Toby took his turtle hearty ; sir Toby lived t>> ilinc : ■ 'din ///if his i"it . i hus would have backi his port : ii Alderman in si t >i • first water and wine. ■» Ti l iiA — 0— # Rejected Addresses. An Alderman of the first degree, But neither wife nor son had he : He had a* daughter fair, — And often said her father, " Cis, " You shall be dubbed ' my Lady,' Miss, "When I am dubbed Lord Mayor. "The day I don the gown and chain, " In Hymen's modern Fetter- Lane "You wed Sir Gobble Grist; " And whilst with pomp and pageant high "I scrape, and strut, and star it by " St. George's in the East, you'll try "St. George's in the West." Oh vision of paternal pride ! Oh blessed Groom to such a Bride ! Oh happy Lady Cis ! Yet sparks won't always strike the match, »3i # Puck i'ii Pegasus. And miss may chance to lose her Or he may catch — a miss I Such things dq happen, here and th When knights arc old, and nymphs are lair. And who can say they don't? When Worldly takes the gilded pill. And Dives stands and says "I will," \n 1 Beaut] 1 wi >n' i 1 i Beaut) r thus by far — Young Goddess of the silver star, I )i\ inity c.iprit ion Who would not barter wealth and wig, And pomp and pride and ottum Foi Youth when "plums" weren't worth a tij. Venus smiled propitious? \ I thai beaua will lose their spring, And wayward bell ! " ' ring,' '•I-' -o — Hi Rejected Addresses. Un struck by Cupid's dart ! Alas that — must the truth be told — Yet oft'ner has the archer sold The 'white and red,' to touch the 'gold,' And Diamonds trumped the Heart ! That luckless heart ! too soon misplaced !- Why is it that parental taste On sagest calculation based So rarely pleases Miss? Let those who can the riddle read ; For me, I've no idea indeed, No more, perhaps, had Cis. It might have been she found Sir G. Less tender than a swain should be, — Young — sprightly — witty — gay? — It might have been she thought his hat Or head too round or square or flat Or empty — who can say? -o — Hi 133 ~- Puck on . What Bard shall dare? Perhaps his nose? — A >hade too pink, or pale, or rose? — His cut of beard, wig, whisker, hose? — A wrinkle? — here— or there? — Perhaps the preux chevalier's chance. Hung on a word or on a glani < >r on a single hair. I know not I Put the Parson waited, The Bridegroom swore, the (IrooniMiien rated, Till two o'clock or near; — Then home again in rage and wrath. Whilst pretty ("is was rattling North With Jones the Volui ' ■< — HI To face f> 134 "Jfir*!" WAY there, to the east — " Towards the Surrey ridge,— "I see a puff of dunnish smoke "Over the Southwark Bridge:" A single curl of murky mist That scales the summer air : — And the watchman wound his list- less way Slow down the turret stair. mx ■o — N* London ! that deck'st thyself with wave-won spoils, Sea-gathered wealth, spires, palaces, And temples high, -o — B* i35 ,.:■ J 'nek on Pegasus. Well might thy goodly burgesses exclaim, '• behold— and die !* • ; behold these streets ; survey these monster maris, - I he lordly 'Changes of our merchant kings; "Consider this great Thames, with its broad breast '• Brave with white wings. " Wharves, stately with warehouses, "Docks, with a world's treasu id bail, " What hand shall tow h \e ? •• What rash foe assail ? " . . . •• Fire ! to tin- eastw — A hurrying tramp of feet A Bickly haze that wraps the town Like a leaden winding-sheet: A smothering smoke is in the air \ crackling sound— a cry! — And yonder, up over the furnace pot, • •■ I die." / ' -o -B • fir -# " Fire ! " That smokes like the smoke of the cities of Lot, There's something fierce and hissing and hot That licks the very sky. Fire ! fire ! ghastly fire ! It broadens overhead ; Red gleam the roofs in lurid light The heav'ns are glowing-red. From east to west — from west to east ! Red runs the turbid Thames — " Fire ! fire ! the engines ! fire ! " Or half the town's in flames — " Fire " A raging, quivering gulf . . A wild stream, blazing by . . . Red ruin . . . fearful flaming leaps . . . White faces to the sky .... '37 e> /'ink on Pegasus. "The engines, Ho — back for your lives!' The swarthy helmets gleam : Flash fast, broad wheel, 111, wood and steel, Whilst the shout rings up. and the wild bells peal, And the living hoofs strike flame. Stand from the causeway, hor-e and man, k while there's time for aid, — Back, gilded coach — back, lordly steed A thousand hearts hang on their speed, And life and death and daring deed Room lor the 1 ire Brigade ' uA — o- -o — m Mm, <£bcr Mm. US ! ever wus ! By freak of Puck's My most exciting hopes are dashed ; I never wore my spotless ducks But madly — wildly ! — they were splashed. I never roved by Cynthia's beam, To gaze upon the starry sky ; But some old stiff-backed beetle came, And charged into my pensive eye : And oh ! I never did the swell In Regent-street, amongst the beaus, But smuts the most prodigious fell, i 39 ft Puck on i And always settled • >n «\ V «i ->— H> m — o- CTburge of fbc Jitgbt (|risb) grigabe. [Not by A—f—d T—y—n.) OUTHWARD Ho— Here we go !- O'er the wave onward, Out from the Harbour of Cork > Sailed the Six Hundred ! Sailed like Crusaders thence, Burning for Peter's pence, — Burning for fight and fame — Burning to show their zeal — Into the gates of Rome, Into the jaws of Hell, (It's all the same) Marched the Six Hundred ! 141 -0 — hfJ # Puck on •■ Barracks, and tables laid ! id i"i the Pope's Brigade ' ' But <\ i\ Cell afraid, ( razed on the grub dismay'd Twigged he had blundered; — " Who i.. m eat rancid grease ? ( 'all / Ms .1 room a piece ? "* — •• Silence unseemly din, Prick them with bayonets in.' I >ed Six I lundred ' w aves ev'rj batde blade. — •• Forward ! the Pope's Brigade ! " w .1 1 there a man obeyed ? \(> where they stood they stayed \ room ' each man, and a table furnished from the fal <>i the I. in. 1, the inducer i n held out n the " Pope' own." ■ 4 iiA — o- C fiargc of the Light (Irish) Brigade. Though Lamoriciere pray'd, Threatened, and thundered — " Charge ! " Down their sabres then Clashed, as they turn'd — and ran — Sab'ring the empty air, Each of one taking care, — Here, there, and ev'rywhere Scattered and sundered. Sick of the powder smell, Down on their knees they fell : Howling for hearth and home- — Cursing the Pope of Rome — Whilst afar shot and shell Volleyed and thunder'd ; Captured, alive and well, Kv'ry Hibernian swell, Came back the tale to tell ; Back from the states of Rome — '4. : ,..: Back from the Hell Safe and sound ev*ry man Jack of Six I [undred ' When shall their story fade? ( )li the mistake they made ! \ il id) v. ondered, Pity the fools they made — Pitj the Pope's Brigade — M >BBLED Sis Hundred ! 4 ' :i oA — o- €00 bab, U0M hnofo. (.\<\v )'tV/r'.f A'-'c", '58. tU — 0- T was the huge metropolis With fog was like to choke ; It was the gentle cabby- horse His ancient knees that broke ; — And, oh, it was the cabby-man That swore with all his might, And did request he might be blowed Particularly tight, 145 < 1 Puck on Pegasus. It any swell should make him stir Another step that night ! Then up dm\ spake that bold cabman, I Dti) his inside Fare, — ■• I jay, you Sir, — come out ol~ that ! — •• I say, you Sir, in there — •'Six precious aggrawatin miles " I \e dru\ to this here gate, •• And that poor injered hanimal •• [s m .1 hinting state ; "There aim .1 thimhlelull of light, "The fog's as black as pitch, — •• I'm flummoxed 'tween them posteses "And that most 'otefui ditch. " SO handle Oft! ' niv '0S8 ' ■ 1" " I'm si( k of this Vie job ! — 1 1 4 *H — o- m — o Too bad, you kno7i>. " I say, you Sir in there, — d'you HEAR 1 i # * . # "He's bolted— strike me bob /" 147 «H — o- oMjostrics. II) you never hear a rustling, In the corner of your room ; When the faint fantastic fire light rved but to reveal the gloom ? I nd . : feel the claratn) rting from eat h pore, \i of knocking t >n youi « hamber door? pou n< \ ei i. mi j something I lorrid, underneath the l>ol ? ghastl) skeletonian, In the garret overhead ? ■# 148 -o — kj Ghostries. Or a sudden lifedike movement, Of the ' Vandyke,' grim and tall ? Or that ruddy- Mark, a bloody Stain upon the wall ? Did you never see a fearful Figure, by the rushlight low, Crouching, creeping, crawling nearer- Putting out its fingers — SO ? Whilst its lurid eyes glared on you From the darkness where it sat — And you could not, Or you would not, See it was the cat ? 149 «H — c>- :■ — HI Oubtcrloo Blare. #- \\ [JW— Wuw— Wuw— Wuw— Wuw -Wuw W — Waterloo Place? yea you F — take the first tut tut— tut turning thai fai es you, l,ul — left, — and then kuk — kuk — kuk, — kuk — kuk— kuk- keep up l'all Mall 'till you See the Wuw — Wuw — Wuw — Wuw Zounds, sir, you'll get there before I - : -O—Hi <Tbc gtassacrc of (&\m\ts. \H — c- H ROUGH deep Glenho the owlet flits That valley weird and lone ; The chieftain's aged widow sits Beside the bare hearth-stone. Beside the bare and blighted hearth Whose fires, now quenched and black, Had seen five gallant sons go forth. And never one come back. 151 -0 — H* '-. — fr- -0— B( /'//(/v- «-// Pegasus, I is silent all ' but hark — a \nd ghastly clamours wake The midnight glen. Then rose proudly That ancient dame, and spake — •• What mingled sounds of woe and wail M Up Mortham's valley spread? "What shrieks upon the gusty gale me pealmg overhead ? •' I hear the pibroch's piercing swell, I he banshee's si ream I Ik '• And hark ! again that stilled yell - "The bodergias is near! ' " Thi is with bloody brow • \nd tresses dripping red — ■• I see him at the window snw '• He shakes his gory head ! '5* -0 <H — o- -0 HJ The Massacre of Glenho. Then, daughter, to thy mother's arms, " Thus, thus, in close embrace, The messenger of death we'll meet — " The slayer of our race. Then do not weep, my daughter ! " — " Oh mother, 'tis not that — But Donald Roy the carrotty boy " Has killed our Old Tom Cat ! " <3 <SJre W • ^ , '53 (O&c to iiampstcaD. Mo l< >ngei ■ green, 1 alas ! Where on< e a wet k, on Sunday, •"' The ( '*>< kney s go to Donke) boys still flourish, LJnawed by Man I U ^ m — o- <> Ode to Hampstead. The lash that drives a squadron Promiscuously whackt ; — Upon whose hills the dust-wreath Comes down like the simoom, Beneath whose slopes the 'winkle Has a perennial bloom, — And whose once stainless waters Present the sort of look The sea did when the savages Plunged in at Captain Cook ; — I love thee yet ! — Tho' tarnish'd Is ev'ry blade and leaf, Tho' Highgate Fields are bitterness, And Belsize Park is grief, — Tho' brick-kilns are unlovely, And railways banish rest, iU 0- '55 • : /'//■ . / uus. And Omnibi arc hateful An- 1 I [ansom < labs unbl Whilst donkeys take the place of cows, And geese are abdicat Whilst boys usurp the haunts of fish i s|i..il the skating ; — 1 l<>\<.- thee still : — Thy bench) (When I '< ills) Thy turf, swi line upon — (When unengross'd by Bnails.) And never ma) thy blooming heath Bj W II ON : d . Still on thy lawn let fairy feet Disport them unopposed ; l love th< . I I i love thee still ' must I fain i -«4p m — o- <H — o- Ode to Hampstead. That ev'ry time I gaze above Thy spreading chimney-pots, my love Grows ' beautifully less ! ' &X2$r> %? «57 ■y -0 ^ 0m iTniucllcr i thou vrouldst stand on Etna's burning brow, With smoke above, and roaring Same below ; And gase adown that molten ^ulf reveal'd, Till thy soul shuddered and thy : It thou wouldst beard Niagara in his pride, Or Btem tin.- billows of Propontit tide; .ill alone Bome diazy Alpine katU, \ ih I shriek " Excelsior I w amidst the snow. — Wouldsl tempt all deaths, all dangers that may b Perils by land, and penis on ti i This \.i^t round world, 1 say. it" thou WOUldsl view it, • ic8 /then why "the dickens dont you co and do it ? i To /ace p. 158. tH — 0- Cirinese Iht^les. THE WEDDING GIFT. In the name of Fo, Thus saith the shadow of Nobody. i^j ROM many a dark delicious ripple P'The Moonbeams drank ethereal tipple; "; Whilst over Eastern grove and dell The perfumed breeze of evening fell, And the young Bulbul warbling gave Her music to the answering wave. But not alone the Bulbul's note Bade Echo strike her silver lute, Nor fell the music of her dream Alone on waving wood and stream ; -o — Hi 159 u — c - Puck on Pegasus. For thro' the twilight blossoms stra\ '<!. Fnamour'd youth, and faery maid ; And mingled with her warblings lone A voice of sweet an 1 playful tone. "Nay, tell me not of love that lights ••The diamond's midnight mine; ••The cold sea-gleaming of the pearl •■ Is only half divine. • thought have I for gold or gem, •• No lust of high emprize ; giant Tartars t«> be slain, " In homage to my eyes." ••(>ii, take my lite!" her lover cried, • Nor break this dream of 1>I: "Take house, or head, or lands, or fame I ke I '-'i\ thing but this, i gaze upon those silken braids • - B • -o — H*. i]L< The Wedding Gift. " Unenvious be my part ; " I could not steal one golden tress, " To bind it round my heart. "Tho' all the pearls of Ind were strung " Upon a single hair, " I would not cut the shiner off, — " I wouldn't, Za', I swear." The lady laughed a careless laugh, — ■ " While downward flows the river, " The lover who bids for Zadie's heart " And hand must make up his mind to part "With the Gift, or part for ever!" " Excruciating girl ! why pierce " A heart that beats for thee ? " How can you want a Lock for which "You still must want a Key? 161 o — Hi /'//<7' OH ■ Just think, it I should wear a ■11.'. wo ild you like me, Zadie ? I'm sure you'll give it up. my pig, •• Do there's ;i gentle lady '. " 'he Maiden laugh'd a silv'r) laugh j — "The white stars set and shiver; The lover who bids t'>r Zadie's heart "And hand must make up hi-, mind to part With i hi I i or part for <-■> -o — Hi iU — o- ETCETERA. HE stars were out on the lake, The silk sail stirr'd the skiff; And faint on the billow, and fresh on the breeze, The summer came up thro' the cinnamon trees With an odoriferous sniff. There was song in the scented air, And a light in the listening leaves, — The light of the myriad myrtle fly, When young Fo-Fum and little Fe-Fi Came forth to gaze upon the sky — &c ! 163 $r •^ Puck on Pegasus. Oh : little Fe-Fi was fair, With the wreath in her raven hair ! With white of lily and crimson of I From her almond eyes, anil celestial D I., the tips of lur Imperceptible toes >.vc. I i ■ I'um stood tall, I \\ is, I May his shadow never he les A highly irresistible male. The ladies turn'd pale v the length of his nail And the twirl of his unappro.u liable tail &C \ow listen. Moon mine, my star : \l\ Life ' my little F< I over the bloSSOm and under the DOUgh There's a soft little word that is whispering now Which I think you call uurss it' \,.u trj In the bosom of faithful Finn. There's an anti < elebic hum, — i I Etcetera. A little wee word Fe-Fi can spell, Concluding with ' E,' and beginning with ' L,' &c." " Oh ! dear, now what can it be ? That little wee word Fo-Fum? That funny wee word that sounds so absurd With an [e' and an '/' and a '■hum 1 .'' A something that ends with an E? — It must be my cousin, So-Sle? Or pretty Zuzzoo Who admired your queue ? I shall never guess what it can be I can see That is spelt with an L and an E!" " Then listen, Moon-mine, my Life, My innocent little Fe-Fi ; It isn't So-Sle, tho' she ends with an E, And pretty Zuzzoo Who approved of my queue, Has no L in her name that I see ; — i6t -o — ho Puck on ■■ In the bosom of faithful Fum, It's .1 monosyllabic hum ; A sweet little word tor sweet lips to tr>. That's half-and-half moonlight, and earth-light and sky. [f little I Will open her mouth with the least little sigh, Sin- must speak it unless she was dumb!" ■• Indeed ' then perhaps she is dumb : I vow I detest you Fo Fum I Win don't you • ■ how ,/,1/r you, 1 mean, >ir. ah me I shall never .um-ss what it < an be l < an Bee That is spelt with a I. and an l I never shall umss, u | ,i Fo-Fum, . I'm goii ' — Oh dear, hosv my heart is beginning to heal . . . Win there's Billy Fo-Fum on his knees .it im tret.'' \r ii± — c ■ © — Hi Etcetera. Deponent knoweth not, History showeth not, It the lady read the riddle ; And whether she found It hard to expound — As the story ends in the middle. Was gallant Fo-Fum Constrain'd to succumb To the " thrall of delicious fetters " ? — Or pretty Fe-Fi Induced to supply The text of the missing letters ? Oh, no one can tell ! But this extract looks well, Faute de mieux (that's "for want of a batterer ")- " Received : by Hang-Hi, '• From Fo Fum, for Fe-Fi, "A thousand dollars" &c ! 167 ft ~# :' 1 « •>-*&*. What tJie Prince of I Dreamt. It had a Dragon ; with a tail ; A tail both long and slim, And ev'ry day he wagged at it — How good it was of him ! And so to him the tailest Of all three-tailed Bashaws, Suggested that for reasons The waggling should pause : And held his tail — which, parting, Reversed that Bashaw, which Reversed that Dragon, who reversed Himself into a ditch. •"• * « •"■ It had a monkey — in a trap — Suspended by the tail : Oh ! but that monkey look'd distress'd, And his countenance was pale. And he had danced and dangled there ; Till he grew very mad : 169 <H — o- 7$ Puck <>u Pigasus. For his tail it was a handsome tail And the trap had pinch'd it — had. The trapper sat below, and grinn'd ; Ili> \i<tiin's wrath wax'd hot: — He bit his tail in two— and fell — And Icill'd him on the spot : — It had a pig a stately pig ; With curly tail and quaint : And the Great Mogul had hold of that Till he was like to faint So twenty thousand Chinamen ; With three tails ea< h at least : < '.une up to help the ( he.it Mogul And took him round the waist And so, the t.nl slipp'd through his hands so it < .une to pass # What the Prince of I Dreamt. That twenty thousand Chinamen Sat down upon the grass : — It had a Khan — a Tartar Khan — With tail superb, I wis : And that fell graceful down a back Which was considered his. And so, all sorts of boys that were Accursed, swung by it : Till he grew savage in his mind And vex'd, above a bit — And so, he swept his tail, as one Awak'ning from a dream : And those abominable ones Flew off into the stream — Puck on Pegasus. And so, they bobbled up and down, Like man) apples there . Till they subsided — and became Amongst the things that were : — And so it had a moral too ; Thai would be bad to los •• Whoever takes a tail in hand Should mind his |>'s and queues I dreamt it ! — such a funny thing I And now it's taken \\ ing ; I s'pOSe no man Inline <>i Mine 1 Irearat such a tunny thing } I \ tail piece" was 1 by M I nftei .1 drawing bj the tame nrtisl in the ; I . I >\ | 4 ■ m — o- iU — fr- ill Case in iCunacn. AS any one read the great lunacy- case? The case that's lock'd, and labell'd, and laced With a tissue of lies, and a docket of ' waste,' And a golden key, the reverse of chased, (Tho' hunted thro' the Hilary) — Has any one read how the Law can hound, And badger, and bully a man, 'till it's bound A mortgage on ev'ry acre of ground, o Hi -o — R* '73 ■ft- -o — M # Puck on Pegasus. And robb'd him of sixty thousand pound — Without being put in the pillory? Has any one read -does any one know— If he marries a wife who's not quite commt U faut, And a handsome (.-state should inherit, — What a SUIT OF CHAW ikv can effect, [*0 strip him, even of self respei t, Hold him up to Bcorn contempt and oeg And ruin him. body and spirit? II any one read mark'd -weigh'd — the worth ( U~ .\ imon name and a kindred birth, A lirother's uncle's love upon earth, I o the love that is filthy hi' r. How day atter day, without being hurt, A man r.m drag his own flesh thro' the dirt I ■ i thousand pounds at his brok ev'ry one's read— we all of us know What man's 'first friend' could heroine his worst l<>e, - Hi 1 I -o — m A Case in Lunacy. Bring him up in the way he ought not to go, — Then lie, to make him a beggar ; — Turn him loose upon Town without guardian or friend, Lay traps in his paths lest they happen'd to mend,- Set spies to note ev'ry shilling he'd spend — Ev'ry pitiful pound he might borrow or lend, — And dip his lingers in slime without end — We can guess who cuts such a figure ! 175 ,.:' ^ $mttah from Sean's ttmrb, Mind your P's and Q's [These are the verses which the Honourable Scrawls wrote to his Leonora, when he had perfected I"- running hand in "Six lessons from ilic Flying Pen."] Fl RSI VEl sqeaktomemyl .eonora ' Sqeaka< rosstheStormydeep, Wherethewhitebaitandthelobstei Andtheyarmouthbloatersleep— 1 hroughathousandleaguesofwater Thatsoftvoiceshallcometome — - -* Sqeakofl lOveoh 1 1© mora! Vndbidmesqeaktothee. i -0 hii A squeak from Dean's Yard. SECOND VERSE. Scarceaweekandfromhiscountry WillreluctantScravvlshavefled, SquinningofftoPragueorPekin— Orbesquinhimselfinstead : OufthroughrelentlessRyan ColdDean's-Yardmygravemusthe SqeakstillsqeakofLoveLeonora, Andl'llsqeakbacktothee. (Third, and remaining hundred and twenty-five verses, ille- gible.) -<s — m % il r v c v o I o r I ' HE shades of night had fallen (<// fast When from the Eagle Tavern pass'd A youth, who bore, in manual \ A pot of something monstrous nil XX— oh lor' ll brow was bad : — his young eye scann'd The frothing flaggon in his hand, Ami like i , streamlet sprung Tli.- ac< >nt s to th.it thirsty tongue, \\ -oh lor' In happy homes he saw them grub ( >n stout, an.' from a tub, jhts gleam'd with And iron) his lips escaped i shout, • \\ • oh ' -c -o — ••«• IH — *■ -0 Mi- Exexolor ! •'Young man,'' the Sage observ'd, "just stay, " And let me dip my beak, I say, "The pewter is deep, and I am dry!" — " Perceiv'st thou verdure in my eye ? XX? oh lor! " Oh stop," the maiden cried, " and lend " Thy beery burden here, my friend — " Th' unbidden tear regretful rose, But still his thumb tip sought his nose; "XX?— oh lor! ! " Beware the gutter at thy feet ! " Beware the Dragons of the street ! " Beware lest thirsty Bob you meet ! " This was the ultimate remark ; A voice replied far thro' the dark, "XX! oh lor 170 ft «H — o- Puck on . That night, by watchmen on their round. The person in a ditch was found ; Siill grasping ftl his manual vice That pot once fill'd with something nice. — \ \ (ill I T #" ■^ K 0- #-- *T he (Tlncuo of Cife. \ I K \i.\l I N I . i ///<;• / i // ,/.) 1 1 E I wli.it depths of myster) hide In the oceans ■>! Hate and the rivers <>i Pride, That mingle in Tribulation's I VJj&L/, tide, I • quench the Bpark ti Wh.it chords of Love and "bands" ol Hope, -0 H\ --% *H — o- T/ic Thread of Life. Were " made strong " (without the use of rope) In the Thread — Individuality. Life ! what a web of follies and fears, Pleasures and griefs, sighs, smiles and tears, Are twined in the woof that Mortality's shears Must be everlastingly thinning, — What holes for Physician Death to darn, Are eternally spun in the wonderful yarn That the Fates are eternally spinning ! Life ! what marvellous throbs and throes The alchemy of Existence knows ; What "weals within wheels" (and woes without woahs /) Give sophistry a handle ; Though Hare himself could be dipp'd in the well Where Truth's proverbial waters dwell, Tt would throw no more light on the vital spell Than a dip in the Polytechnic bell, Or the dip — a ha'penny candle. [83 -0 — R* Puck on i Alas I tor the metaphysical host . The wonderful wit and wisdom they bo When the time arrives they must give up the ghost, ►me quite phantasmagorical, — And it's found at the last that they know as much Of the secret of LIFE — as they do of Dutch — Or, if a lame verse may borrow a crutch, As was known by the Delphic Oracle. Into being we come, in ones and t To be kiss'd, to be cufFd, to obey, to abuse. Each destined to stand in another's sho I whose heels we may < oinc the nighest j I turns at once into Luxury's bed, Whilst that in .1 gutter la_\s his head, And this — in a house with a WOOden lid And a roof that's none of the highest .11 like the drops <>f April show'rs, led in mud 01 < ladled in R0W*rS, i8j ffc m g > w • The Thread of Life. Now idly to wile the rosy hours, And now for bread to importune ; Petted, and feted, and fed upon pap One prattler comes in for a fortune, slap— And one, a ' more kicks than ha'pence ' chap, For a slap — without the fortune ! Oh, who hasn't heard of the infant squall ? Sharper, shriller, and longer than all The Nor'-wester squalls, that may chance to befall At Cape Horn, as nauticals tell us ; And who, — oh who ? — hasn't heard before The dulcet tones of the infant roar ? Ear-piercing in at the drawing-room door — Down-bellowing, right through the nursery floor- Like a hundred power bellows? Alas ! that the very rosiest wreath Should ever be twined with a thorn beneath ! <H— < o— Bfe l8^ B B Puck on Pegasus. Forth peeping, from purple and damask sheath, In a manner quite ami floral ; And startling, a-; when to that Indian root The traveller stretches his hand for the fruit. And a crested head comes glittering out With a tongue that is somewhal forked no doubt, And a tail that has quite a moral ! And who'd have believed that diminutive thing Just form'd as you'd say, to kiss and to cling, Would ever have opened, except to Those lips, that look so < horal ? Behold the soft little struggling ball I With rosy mouth ever ready to squall, Kicking and crowing and grasping "small," At its India rubber dangli Whilst tiny lists in the pillow lurk That are destined perhaps for fighting the Turk. And i o! mangling work, perhaps, for working a mai -> iH — o- The Thread of Life. 'Tis passing strange, that all over the earth Men talk of the " stars " that " rule " at their birth, For little such dazzling sponsors are worth, Whate'er Cagliostro may say ; Though all the Bears in the heav'ns combined — Mars, Mercury, Venus, and Jupiter shined, In our glitt'ring horoscope, we shall find Most men who are born of woman kind Are born in the milky-way. In the milky-way! ev'ry mother's son ; From the son of a lord, to the " son of a gun," Of colours, red, brown and yellow and dun, An astonishing constellation ; From the black Papouse of the Cape de Verd, The cream of Tartar, and scum of Kurd, To the son and heir of Napoleon the Third, Who sucks — to the joy of a Nation ! And that puny atom may happen to claim 187 <, j Puck on Pegasus. The very first round on the Ladder of Fame, At the genera] conflagration. The squeaky voice mas be heard ere long In the shout of the battle, deep and strong, Like the brazen clash of a mighty gong That has broken loose from tether ; Whilst many a hardy DOSOBQ <|iiails. And many a swarthy visage pales \; the griffin dutch Of those tender nails ■ hey i ome t< i the s t ran h together. But well says a poet of rising tame. That to him at an "infantile frailty's" a shame; baby-days have come round the same I us all, and we can't hut confess 'em; When the brawny hands, that can rend an oak. Wenl both into Mammy's mouth for a joke — 4 -o — k* The Thread of Life. And the feet that stand like the solid rock, Were "tootsies pootsies, bless 'em!" When to howl was the only accomplishment rife In our "tight little bundle" of wailing and strife, And pap was the summum bonurn of life, To a mouth in perpetual pucker ; When Ma was a semi-intelligent lump, Possessed by a mania for making us " plum])," And Nus was an inexhaustible pump With an everlasting " sucker." Yet, laugh if we will at those baby-days, There was more of bliss in its careless plays, Than in after time from the careful ways Or the hollow world, with its empty praise, Its honeyed speeches, and hackneyed phrase, And its pleasures, for ever fleeting ; And more of sense in its bald little pate, On its own little matters of Church and State, <H — o- Puck on Pegasus. Thai) in many a House of Commons" debate, < >r the "sense" of a Manchester meeting! And laugh as we may, it would make us start, Could we read the depths of its mother's I ( >r imagine one twenty thousandth part < >i" the feelings that stir within it ; What a freight that little existence bears < >f pallid smiles and tremulous te. < U JOJ breathed into mortal Griefs that the callous world never hears, Suff'ring that only the more endears. And love, that would reach into endless year-. Snuffed <>ut, it may be, in a minute ' Would you look on a mother in all her pride? Her radiant, dazzling, glorious prid Tin t— leaden eyed — \; id thrust the mouldering panel aside The door that has nothing to lock il .^ .- The Thread of Life. And the walls are tattered, and damp, and drear, And the light has a quivering gleam, like fear, For the hand of Sickness is heavy here, And the lamp burns low in the socket. Mid rags, and want, and misery, piled, A woman is watching her stricken child, With a love so tender, a look so mild, That the patient little suff'rer has smiled— A smile that is strangely fair ! — And lo ! in that chamber, poverty-dyed, A mother in all her dazzling pride — A glorious mother is there ! And the child is squalid, and puny, and thin, — But hush — hush your voice as you enter in ! Nor dare to despise, lest a deadly sin On your soul rest unforgiven ; — Perchance, oh scornful and worldly-wise, A Shakespeare dreams in those thoughtful eyes - 191 tfj-o 0-flj yv/<x- <'// Pegasus. A Newton looks out at the starry < )r a 'prison'd angel in calm surjirise l ooks back to its Heaves '■ q|fLo *-|p 19a *H — o- The Thread of Life. PART II. Life, life ! a year or two more, And the Bark has launch'd from the quiet shore To the restless waves that bubble and roar, Where the billow never slumbers, — And the storms of Fate have caught in the sail, And the sharks are gathering thick on his trail, Like a New Edition of Jonah's whale — That is coming out in Numbers ! -O — Hi 193 -o — ►-:- fuck on Pegasus. L'empus, time, -fugit, Hies ! And the ship returns with a gallant prize, A fairy Craft of diminutive size, ( >r perhaps with a huge Three-decker; He lias sailed from the matrimonial shore. With a "breeze" at starting, and "squalls" in store, And he's married a blue, or he's wed. to a bore, ( n perhaps to my I ady Pecker ! 1 ; — ••• " ENORMOUS BUREESotfE — unapproachable and pre-eminent. — We venture to tliink thai this very queer volume will be a favourite. 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