He crawls like a beast,--or a demon from hell! He stood and he glared, as if glued to the spot- His suffering wife was already so worn Yet, this is but one of the chain's fatal links, All vicious excess, whether drink or false pride, All these, aye! and more of sin's haggard brood, "Fleet-footed is the approach of woe, But with a lingering step and slow, Its form departs."-A translation by Longfellow. "But faith," I think I hear some chield say, "wha are you that ventures to quarrel with my wine, which has been approved of by so many kings, princes, dukes, graves, and rhingraves, counts, barons, knights, and esquires of the empire, whose shoes you are altogether unworthy to clean?" PUGGY KAIL. "Is this not a rare fellow my Lord? he's as good at anything, and yet a fool." -As You Like It. "A man so various he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome." NCE in our town there lived a Wight ONCE A clever wight was he, All Trades he tried that hove in sight, Both on the land and sea; He mended lamps, umbrellas made, The trade that he loved best of all Their carcases both great and small,— He stuffed their skins hard up with tow, And weel he liked a stew, I trow, One day, when working at the shore, And oh he licked his lips all o'er, He smacked his lips and said, "Tis sweet, I never had so great a treat, No! since I was a sinner." He laboured hard that afternoon, And like a mavis sang, He whistled o'er each favourite tune, As on his coat he flang. Arrived at home, "Dear Kate," he said, "Yon rabbit was the best That ere you've cooked since we were wed," "Rabbit!" quoth Kate, "it wasna that, It was the puggy, plump and fat, He spewed, he cursed, and swore 'twas bad, The fact was this, a monkey came To be stuffed up like life, And honest Kate ne'er thought it shame To be a thrifty wife; She clapped the puggy in the pot, And feasted weel hersel', Its legs and arms the bairnies got, The moral here is true, indeed, And proves the moral true. The above is quite a true incident. A well-known character in St. Andrew's once got a monkey to skin and stuff up; in his absence, his wife made an excellent stew of the carcase, which he heartily enjoyed, until she told him what it was, and then, as a matter of little wonder, he vomited the whole. "He was not like the King of Castile, who choked of thirst because the great butler was not beside to hand his cup."-Quentin Durward. Lord Stanley truly says that " Original thinkers are rare in every time. However thick the crowd may be, there is always room for those who can pass over other men's heads." |