Part 3 (2/2)

”My 'Thirdly' comprehendeth 'Hyde,'

Of Secresy the guilts and shameses; My 'Fourthly'--'Park'--its verdure wide - My 'Fifthly' comprehends 'St. James's.'

”That matter settled, I shall reach The 'Sixthly' in my solemn tether, And show that what is true of each, Is also true of all, together.

”Then I shall demonstrate to you, According to the rules of WHATELY, That what is true of all, is true Of each, considered separately.”

In lavish stream his accents flow, TOM, BOB, and BILLY dare not flout him; He argued high, he argued low, He also argued round about him.

”Ha, ha!” he said, ”you loathe your ways, You writhe at these my words of warning, In agony your hands you raise.”

(And so they did, for they were yawning.)

To ”Twenty-firstly” on they go, The lads do not attempt to scout him; He argued high, he argued low, He also argued round about him.

”Ho, ho!” he cries, ”you bow your crests - My eloquence has set you weeping; In shame you bend upon your b.r.e.a.s.t.s!”

(And so they did, for they were sleeping.)

He proved them this--he proved them that - This good but wearisome ascetic; He jumped and thumped upon his hat, He was so very energetic.

His Bishop at this moment chanced To pa.s.s, and found the road enc.u.mbered; He noticed how the Churchman danced, And how his congregation slumbered.

The hundred and eleventh head The priest completed of his stricture; ”Oh, bos.h.!.+” the worthy Bishop said, And walked him off as in the picture.

Ballad: THE YARN OF THE ”NANCY BELL.” {1}

'Twas on the sh.o.r.es that round our coast From Deal to Ramsgate span, That I found alone on a piece of stone An elderly naval man.

His hair was weedy, his beard was long, And weedy and long was he, And I heard this wight on the sh.o.r.e recite, In a singular minor key:

”Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight, and a mids.h.i.+pmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.”

And he shook his fists and he tore his hair, Till I really felt afraid, For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking, And so I simply said:

”Oh, elderly man, it's little I know Of the duties of men of the sea, And I'll eat my hand if I understand However you can be

”At once a cook, and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight, and a mids.h.i.+pmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.”

Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which Is a trick all seamen larn, And having got rid of a thumping quid, He spun this painful yarn:

”'Twas in the good s.h.i.+p Nancy Bell That we sailed to the Indian Sea, And there on a reef we come to grief, Which has often occurred to me.

”And pretty nigh all the crew was drowned (There was seventy-seven o' soul), And only ten of the Nancy's men Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll.

”There was me and the cook and the captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And the bo'sun tight, and a mids.h.i.+pmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.

”For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink, Till a-hungry we did feel, So we drawed a lot, and, accordin' shot The captain for our meal.

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