50 bab ballads(50篇巴布歌谣)-第14节
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The agent said; 〃From what I hear; This living will not suit; I fear There
are no poor; no sick at all; For services there is no call。〃
The reverend gent looked grave; 〃Dear me! Then there is NO 'society'?
… I mean; of course; no sinners there Whose souls will be my special care?〃
The cunning agent shook his head; 〃No; none … except〃 … (the agent
said) … 〃The DUKE OF A。; the EARL OF B。; The MARQUIS C。; and
VISCOUNT D。
〃But you will not be quite alone; For though they've chaplains of their
own; Of course this noble well…bred clan Receive the parish clergyman。〃
〃Oh; silence; sir!〃 said SIMON M。; 〃Dukes … Earls! What should I care
for them? These worldly ranks I scorn and flout!〃 〃Of course;〃 the agent
said; 〃no doubt!〃
〃Yet I might show these men of birth The hollowness of rank on
earth。〃 The agent answered; 〃Very true … But I should not; if I were you。〃
〃Who sells this rich advowson; pray?〃 The agent winked … it was his
way … 〃His name is HART; 'twixt me and you; He is; I'm grieved to say; a
Jew!〃
〃A Jew?〃 said SIMON; 〃happy find! I purchase this advowson; mind。
My life shall be devoted to Converting that unhappy Jew!〃
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
THE other night; from cares exempt; I slept … and what d'you think I
dreamt? I dreamt that somehow I had come To dwell in Topsy…Turveydom
…
Where vice is virtue …virtue; vice: Where nice is nasty … nasty; nice:
Where right is wrong and wrong is right … Where white is black and black
is white。
Where babies; much to their surprise; Are born astonishingly wise;
With every Science on their lips; And Art at all their finger…tips。
For; as their nurses dandle them They crow binomial theorem; With
views (it seems absurd to us) On differential calculus。
But though a babe; as I have said; Is born with learning in his head; He
must forget it; if he can; Before he calls himself a man。
For that which we call folly here; Is wisdom in that favoured sphere;
The wisdom we so highly prize Is blatant folly in their eyes。
A boy; if he would push his way; Must learn some nonsense every day;
And cut; to carry out this view; His wisdom teeth and wisdom too。
Historians burn their midnight oils; Intent on giant…killers' toils; And
sages close their aged eyes To other sages' lullabies。
Our magistrates; in duty bound; Commit all robbers who are found;
But there the Beaks (so people said) Commit all robberies instead。
Our Judges; pure and wise in tone; Know crime from theory alone;
And glean the motives of a thief From books and popular belief。
But there; a Judge who wants to prime His mind with true ideas of
crime; Derives them from the common sense Of practical experience。
Policemen march all folks away Who practise virtue every day … Of
course; I mean to say; you know; What we call virtue here below。
For only scoundrels dare to do What we consider just and true; And
only good men do; in fact; What we should think a dirty act。
But strangest of these social twirls; The girls are boys …the boys are
girls! The men are women; too … but then; PER CONTRA; women all are
men。
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
With them; as surely as can be; A sailor should be sick at sea; And not
a passenger may sail Who cannot smoke right through a gale。
A soldier (save by rarest luck) Is always shot for showing pluck (That
is; if others can be found With pluck enough to fire a round)。
〃How strange!〃 I said to one I saw; 〃You quite upset our every law。
However can you get along So systematically wrong?〃
〃Dear me!〃 my mad informant said; 〃Have you no eyes within your
head? You sneer when you your hat should doff: Why; we begin where
you leave off!
〃Your wisest men are very far Less learned than our babies are!〃 I
mused awhile … and then; oh me! I framed this brilliant repartee:
〃Although your babes are wiser far Than our most valued sages are;
Your sages; with their toys and cots; Are duller than our idiots!〃
But this remark; I grieve to state; Came just a little bit too late For as I
framed it in my head; I woke and found myself in bed。
Still I could wish that; 'stead of here; My lot were in that favoured
sphere! … Where greatest fools bear off the bell I ought to do extremely
well。
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
TI…
FOO AGAIN。
I OFTEN wonder whether you Think sometimes of that Bishop; who
From black but balmy Rum…ti…Foo Last summer twelvemonth came。 Unto
your mind I p'r'aps may bring Remembrance of the man I sing To…day; by
simply mentioning That PETER was his name。
Remember how that holy man Came with the great Colonial clan To
Synod; called Pan…Anglican; And kindly recollect How; having crossed the
ocean wide; To please his flock all means he tried Consistent with a proper
pride And manly self…respect。
He only; of the reverend pack Who minister to Christians black;
Brought any useful knowledge back To his Colonial fold。 In consequence
a place I claim For 〃PETER〃 on the scroll of Fame (For PETER was that
Bishop's name; As I've already told)。
He carried Art; he often said; To places where that timid maid (Save by
Colonial Bishops' aid) Could never hope to roam。 The Payne…cum…Lauri
feat he taught As he had learnt it; for he thought The choicest fruits of
Progress ought To bless the Negro's home。
And he had other work to do; For; while he tossed upon the Blue; The
islanders of Rum…ti…Foo Forgot their kindly friend。 Their decent clothes
they learnt to tear … They learnt to say; 〃I do not care;〃 Though they; of
course; were well aware How folks; who say so; end。
Some sailors; whom he did not know; Had landed there not long ago;
And taught them 〃Bother!〃 also; 〃Blow!〃 (Of wickedness the germs)。 No
need to use a casuist's pen To prove that they were merchantmen; No
sailor of the Royal N。 Would use such awful terms。
And so; when BISHOP PETER came (That was the kindly Bishop's
name); He heard these dreadful oaths with shame; And chid their want of
dress。 (Except a shell … a bangle rare … A feather here … a feather there The
South Pacific Negroes wear Their native nothingness。)
He taught them that a Bishop loathes To listen to disgraceful oaths; He
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
The Bishop's eyes with water fill; Quite overjoyed to find them still
Obedient to his sovereign will; And said; 〃Good Rum…ti…Foo! Half…way I'll
meet you; I declare: I'll dress myself in cowries rare; And fasten feathers in
my hair; And dance the 'Cutch…chi…boo!'〃 (13)
And to conciliate his See He married PICCADILLILLEE; The
youngest of his twenty…three; Tall … neither fat nor thin。 (And though the
dress he made her don Looks awkwardly a girl upon; It was a great
improvement on The one he found her in。)
The Bishop in his gay canoe (His wife; of course; went with him too)
To some adjacent island flew; To spend his honeymoon。 Some day in
sunny Rum…ti…Foo A little PETER'll be on view; And that (if people tell
me true) Is like to happen soon。
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
AN actor … GIBBS; of Drury Lane … Of very decent station; Once
happened in a part to gain Excessive approbation: It sometimes turns a
fellow's brain And makes him singularly vain When he believes that he
receives Tremendous approbation。
His great success half drove him mad; But no one seemed to mind him;
Well; in another piece he had Another part assigned him。 This part was
smaller; by a bit; Than that in which he made a hit。 So; much ill…used; he
straight refused To play the part assigned him。
* * * * * * * *
THAT NIGHT THAT ACTOR SLEPT; AND I'LL ATTEMPT TO
TELL YOU OF THE VIVID DREAM HE DREAMT。
THE DREAM。
In fighting with a robber band (A thing he loved sincerely) A sword
struck GIBBS upon the hand; And wounded it severely。 At first he didn't
heed it much; He thought it was a simple touch; But soon he found the
weapon's bound Had wounded him severely。
To Surgeon COBB he made a trip; Who'd just effected featly An
amputation at the hip Particularly neatly。 A rising man was Surgeon COBB
But this extremely ticklish job He had achieved (as he believed)
Particularly neatly。
The actor rang the surgeon's bell。 〃Observe my wounded finger; Be
good enough to strap it well; And prithee do not linger。 That I; dear sir;
may fill again The Theatre Royal Drury Lane: This very night I have to
fight … So prithee do not linger。〃
〃I don't strap fingers up for doles;〃 Replied the haughty surgeon; 〃To
use your cant; I don't play ROLES Utility that verge on。 First amputation nothing
less …That is my line of business: We surgeon nobs despise all
jobs Utility that verge on
〃When in your hip there lurks disease〃 (So dreamt this lively