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To hew and slash; behind; before …

Which aggravated MONSIEUR PIERRE;

Who watched him from the Calais shore。



It caused good PIERRE to swear and dance;

The sight annoyed and vexed him so;

He was the bravest man in France …

He said so; and he ought to know。



〃Regardez donc; ce cochon gros …

Ce polisson!  Oh; sacre bleu!

Son sabre; son plomb; et ses gigots

Comme cela m'ennuye; enfin; mon Dieu!



〃Il sait que les foulards de soie

Give no retaliating whack …

Les gigots morts n'ont pas de quoi …

Le plomb don't ever hit you back。〃



But every day the headstrong lad

Cut lead and mutton more and more;

And every day poor PIERRE; half mad;

Shrieked loud defiance from his shore。



HANCE had a mother; poor and old;

A simple; harmless village dame;

Who crowed and clapped as people told

Of WINTERBOTTOM'S rising fame。



She said; 〃I'll be upon the spot

To see my TOMMY'S sabre…play;〃

And so she left her leafy cot;

And walked to Dover in a day。



PIERRE had a doating mother; who

Had heard of his defiant rage;

HIS Ma was nearly ninety…two;

And rather dressy for her age。



At HANCE'S doings every morn;

With sheer delight HIS mother cried;

And MONSIEUR PIERRE'S contemptuous scorn

Filled HIS mamma with proper pride。



But HANCE'S powers began to fail …

His constitution was not strong …

And PIERRE; who once was stout and hale;

Grew thin from shouting all day long。



Their mothers saw them pale and wan;

Maternal anguish tore each breast;

And so they met to find a plan

To set their offsprings' minds at rest。



Said MRS。 HANCE; 〃Of course I shrinks

From bloodshed; ma'am; as you're aware;

But still they'd better meet; I thinks。〃

〃Assurement!〃 said MADAME PIERRE。



A sunny spot in sunny France

Was hit upon for this affair;

The ground was picked by MRS。 HANCE;

The stakes were pitched by MADAME PIERRE。



Said MRS。 H。; 〃Your work you see …

Go in; my noble boy; and win。〃

〃En garde; mon fils!〃 said MADAME P。

〃Allons!〃  〃Go on!〃  〃En garde!〃  〃Begin!〃



(The mothers were of decent size;

Though not particularly tall;

But in the sketch that meets your eyes

I've been obliged to draw them small。)



Loud sneered the doughty man of France;

〃Ho! ho!  Ho! ho!  Ha! ha!  Ha! ha!

〃The French for 'Pish'〃 said THOMAS HANCE。

Said PIERRE; 〃L'Anglais; Monsieur; pour 'Bah。'〃



Said MRS。 H。; 〃Come; one! two! three! …

We're sittin' here to see all fair。〃

〃C'est magnifique!〃 said MADAME P。;

〃Mais; parbleu! ce n'est pas la guerre!〃



〃Je scorn un foe si lache que vous;〃

Said PIERRE; the doughty son of France。

〃I fight not coward foe like you!〃

Said our undaunted TOMMY HANCE。



〃The French for 'Pooh!'〃 our TOMMY cried。

〃L'Anglais pour 'Va!'〃 the Frenchman crowed。

And so; with undiminished pride;

Each went on his respective road。







Ballad: A DISCONTENTED SUGAR BROKER。







A GENTLEMAN of City fame

Now claims your kind attention;

East India broking was his game;

His name I shall not mention:

No one of finely…pointed sense

Would violate a confidence;

And shall I go

And do it?  No!

His name I shall not mention。



He had a trusty wife and true;

And very cosy quarters;

A manager; a boy or two;

Six clerks; and seven porters。

A broker must be doing well

(As any lunatic can tell)

Who can employ

An active boy;

Six clerks; and seven porters。



His knocker advertised no dun;

No losses made him sulky;

He had one sorrow … only one …

He was extremely bulky。

A man must be; I beg to state;

Exceptionally fortunate

Who owns his chief

And only grief

Is … being very bulky。



〃This load;〃 he'd say; 〃I cannot bear;

I'm nineteen stone or twenty!

Henceforward I'll go in for air

And exercise in plenty。〃

Most people think that; should it come;

They can reduce a bulging tum

To measures fair

By taking air

And exercise in plenty。



In every weather; every day;

Dry; muddy; wet; or gritty;

He took to dancing all the way

From Brompton to the City。

You do not often get the chance

Of seeing sugar brokers dance

From their abode

In Fulham Road

Through Brompton to the City。



He braved the gay and guileless laugh

Of children with their nusses;

The loud uneducated chaff

Of clerks on omnibuses。

Against all minor things that rack

A nicely…balanced mind; I'll back

The noisy chaff

And ill…bred laugh

Of clerks on omnibuses。



His friends; who heard his money chink;

And saw the house he rented;

And knew his wife; could never think

What made him discontented。

It never entered their pure minds

That fads are of eccentric kinds;

Nor would they own

That fat alone

Could make one discontented。



〃Your riches know no kind of pause;

Your trade is fast advancing;

You dance … but not for joy; because

You weep as you are dancing。

To dance implies that man is glad;

To weep implies that man is sad;

But here are you

Who do the two …

You weep as you are dancing!〃



His mania soon got noised about

And into all the papers;

His size increased beyond a doubt

For all his reckless capers:

It may seem singular to you;

But all his friends admit it true …

The more he found

His figure round;

The more he cut his capers。



His bulk increased … no matter that …

He tried the more to toss it …

He never spoke of it as 〃fat;〃

But 〃adipose deposit。〃

Upon my word; it seems to me

Unpardonable vanity

(And worse than that)

To call your fat

An 〃adipose deposit。〃



At length his brawny knees gave way;

And on the carpet sinking;

Upon his shapeless back he lay

And kicked away like winking。

Instead of seeing in his state

The finger of unswerving Fate;

He laboured still

To work his will;

And kicked away like winking。



His friends; disgusted with him now;

Away in silence wended …

I hardly like to tell you how

This dreadful story ended。

The shocking sequel to impart;

I must employ the limner's art …

If you would know;

This sketch will show

How his exertions ended。



MORAL。



I hate to preach … I hate to prate …

… I'm no fanatic croaker;

But learn contentment from the fate

Of this East India broker。

He'd everything a man of taste

Could ever want; except a waist;

And discontent

His size anent;

And bootless perseverance blind;

Completely wrecked the peace of mind

Of this East India broker。







Ballad: THE PANTOMIME 〃SUPER〃 TO HIS MASK。







VAST empty shell!

Impertinent; preposterous abortion!

With vacant stare;

And ragged hair;

And every feature out of all proportion!

Embodiment of echoing inanity!

Excellent type of simpering insanity!

Unwieldy; clumsy nightmare of humanity!

I ring thy knell!



To…night thou diest;

Beast that destroy'st my heaven…born identity!

Nine weeks of nights;

Before the lights;

Swamped in thine own preposterous nonentity;

I've been ill…treated; cursed; and thrashed diurnally;

Credited for the smile you wear externally …

I feel disposed to smash thy face; infernally;

As there thou liest!



I've been thy brain:

I'VE been the brain that lit thy dull concavity!

The human race

Invest MY face

With thine expression of unchecked depravity;

Invested with a ghastly reciprocity;

I'VE been responsible for thy monstrosity;

I; for thy wanton; blundering ferocity …

But not again!



'T is time to toll

Thy knell; and that of follies pantomimical:

A nine weeks' run;

And thou hast done

All thou canst do to make thyself inimical。

Adieu; embodiment of all inanity!

Excellent type of simpering insanity!

Unwieldy; clumsy nightmare of humanity!

Freed is thy soul!



(THE MASK RESPONDETH。)



Oh! master mine;

Look thou within thee; ere again ill…using me。

Art thou aware

Of nothing there

Which might abuse thee; as thou art abusing me?

A brain that mourns THINE unredeemed rascality?

A soul that weeps at THY threadbare morality?

Both grieving that THEIR individuality

Is merged in thine?







Ballad: THE GHOST; THE GALLANT; THE GAEL; AND THE GOBLIN。







O'ER unreclaimed suburban clays

Some years ago were hobblin'

An elderly ghost of easy ways;

And an influential goblin。

The ghost was a sombre spectral shape;

A fine old five…act fogy;

The goblin imp; a lithe young ape;

A fine low…comedy bogy。



And as they exercised their joints;

Promoting quick digestion;

They talked on several curious points;

And raised this delicate question:

〃Which of us two is Number One …

The ghostie; or the goblin?〃

And o'er the point they raised in fun

They fairly fell a…squabblin'。



They'd barely speak; and each; in fine;

Grew more and more reflective:

Each thought his own particular line

By chalks the more effective。

At length they settled some one should

By each of them be haunted;

And so arrange that eithe

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