III. Whew! We'll have our platter burnished, IV. Saint, forsooth! While brown Dolores Steeping tresses in the tank, Blue-black, lustrous, thick like horsehairs, V. When he finishes refection, Knife and fork he never lays Drinking watered orange-pulp— VI. Oh, those melons! If he's able We're to have a feast; so nice! One goes to the Abbot's table, All of us get each a slice. How go on your flowers? None double? Strange !—And I, too, at such trouble, VII. There's a great text in Galatians, If I trip him just a-dying, Sure of heaven as sure can be, Spin him round and send him flying VIII. Or, my scrofulous French novel, Hand and foot in Belial's gripe: At the woeful sixteenth print, When he gathers his greengages, Ope a sieve and slip it in't? IX. Or, there's Satan !—one might venture As he'd miss till, past retrieve, We're so proud of! Hy, Zy, Hine THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN. A CHILD'S STORY. (WRITTEN FOR, AND INSCRIBED TO, W. M. THE YOUNGER.) I. Hamelin town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Almost five hundred years ago, From vermin, was a pity. They fought the dogs, and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, With shrieking and squeaking III. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy; And as for our Corporation-shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine What's best to rid us of our vermin ! You hope, because you're old and obese, IV. An hour they sate in council, At length the Mayor broke silence : It's easy to bid one rack one's brain- C At the chamber door but a gentle tap? Looking little though wondrous fat; Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!" V. "Come in !"—the Mayor cried, looking bigger : And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Starting up at the trump of doom's tone, Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!" VI. He advanced to the council-table: And, "Please your honours," said he, "I'm able, By means of a secret charm, to draw |