EVENING. As these, thy puny brethren; and thy breath Is that a swan that rides upon the water? Which is the patron of our noble calling. When these young hands first closed upon a goose; Which chronicles the hour of young ambition. My father was a tailor, and his father, And my sire's grandsire, all of them were tailors ; From some remoter tailor of our race. It happened I did see it on a time When none was near, and I did deal with it, It is a joy to straighten out one's limbs, The breaking thread, the din of clashing shears, 41 Where Nature stows away her loveliness. Cramps my extended calves, and I must go Where I can coil them in their wonted fashion. I NUX POSTCENATICA. WAS sitting with my microscope, upon my parlor rug, The true bug had been organized with only two antennæ, But the humbug in the copper-plate would have them twice as many. And I thought, like Dr. Faustus, of the emptiness of art, "How d' ye do?" He was not a ghost, my visitor, but solid flesh and bone; I lost my focus, dropped my book, the bug, who was a flea, NUX POSTCENATICA. 43 We're going to have a roaring time, with lots of fun and noise, Distinguished guests, et cetera, the JUDGE, and all the boys." Not so, I said, my temporal bones are showing pretty clear It's time to stop, -just look and see that hair above this ear; My golden days are more than spent, — and, what is very strange, If these are real silver hairs, I'm getting lots of change. Besides my prospects don't you know that people won't employ A man that wrongs his manliness by laughing like a boy? It's a very fine reflection, when you 're etching out a smile It will cost you all the earnings that a month of labor lends! It's a vastly pleasing prospect, when you 're screwing out a laugh, And the baby's milk is watered that your Helicon may flow! No; the joke has been a good one, but I'm getting fond of quiet, And I don't like deviations from my customary diet; So I think I will not go with you to hear the toasts and speeches, But stick to old Montgomery Place, and have some pig and peaches. The fat man answered :— Shut your mouth, and hear the genuine creed; The true essentials of a feast are only fun and feed; The force that wheels the planets round delights in spinning tops, And that young earthquake t' other day was great at shaking props. I tell you what, philosopher, if all the longest heads That ever knocked their sinciputs in stretching on their beds Were round one great mahogany, I'd beat those fine old folks With twenty dishes, twenty fools, and twenty clever jokes! Why, if Columbus should be there, the company would beg And as for all the "patronage" of all the clowns and boors And so I come, - like Lochinvar, to tread a single measure, Ah, that's the way delusion comes, a glass of old Madeira, And yet, among my native shades, beside my nursing mother, THE STETHOSCOPE SONG. 45 We're all alike; Vesuvius flings the scoriæ from his fountain, But down they come in volleying rain back to the burning moun tain; We leave, like those volcanic stones, our precious Alma Mater, But will keep dropping in again to see the dear old crater. THE STETHOSCOPE SONG. A PROFESSIONAL BALLAD. HERE was a young man in Boston town, THI He bought him a STETHOSCOPE nice and new, It happened a spider within did crawl, The first was a bottle-fly, big and blue, The second was smaller, and thin and long; So there was a concert between the two, Like an octave flute and a tavern gong. Now being from Paris but recently, This fine young man would show his skill; And so they gave him, his hand to try, A hospital patient extremely ill. |