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Grown sweet ’neath tropic fires,
More rich the herbs of China’s field,
The pasture-lands more fragrance yield;
For ever let Britannia wield
The tea-pot of her sires!
Abasement
With matted head a-dabble in the dust,
And eyes tear-sealèd in a saline crust
I lie all loathly in my rags and rust—
Yet learn that strange delight may lurk in self-disgust.
To My Lady
Twine, lanken fingers, lily-lithe,
Gleam, slanted eyes, all beryl-green,
Pout, blood-red lips that burst a-writhe,
Then—kiss me, Lady Grisoline!
The Monster
Uprears the monster now his slobberous head,
Its filamentous chaps her ankles brushing;
Her twice-five roseal toes are cramped in dread,
Each maidly instep mauven-pink is flushing.
A Trumpet Blast
Pale Patricians, sunk in self-indulgence,
Blink your blearèd eyes. Behold the Sun—
Burst proclaim in purpurate effulgence,
Demos dawning, and the Darkness done!
THE BISON
The Bison is vain, and (I write it with pain)
The Door-mat you see on his head
Is not, as some learned professors maintain,
The opulent growth of a genius’ brain;
But is sewn on with needle and thread.
THE MICROBE
The Microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneath
A hundred curious rows of teeth;
His seven tufted tails with lots
Of lovely pink and purple spots
On each of which a pattern stands,
Composed of forty separate bands;
His eyebrows of a tender green;
All these have never yet been seen—
But Scientists, who ought to know,
Assure us that they must be so....
Oh! let us never, never doubt
What nobody is sure about!
THE FROG
Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As “Slimy-Skin,” or “Polly-wog,”
Or likewise, “Uncle James,”
Or “Gape-a-grin,” or “Toad-gone-wrong,”
Or “Billy-Bandy-knees”;
The Frog is justly sensitive
To epithets like these.
Envoi
Prince, I can hear the trump of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even today your royal head may fall—
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
A BALLADE OF AN ANTI-PURITAN
They spoke of Progress spiring round,
Of Light and Mrs. Humphry Ward—
It is not true to say I frowned,
Or ran about the room and roared;
I might have simply sat and snored—
I rose politely in the club
And said, “I feel a little bored;
Will someone take me to a pub?”
Envoi
Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword
To see the sort of knights you dub—
Is that the last of them—O Lord!
Will someone take me to a pub?
FRENCH HUMOR
Voltaire, the assumed name of François Marie Arouet, was one of
the most famous of French writers. Plays, fiction, criticism and letters
are among his celebrated works.
We can quote but a short bit from his novel of Candide:
The tutor Pangloss was the oracle of the house, and little Candide
listened to his lessons with all the ready faith natural to his age and
disposition.
Pangloss used to teach the science of metaphysico-theologo-
cosmologo-noodleology. He demonstrated most admirably that there
is no effect without a cause, and that, in this best of all possible
worlds, the castle of my lord baron was the most magnificent of
castles, and my lady the best of all possible baronesses.
“It has been proved,” said he, “that things cannot be otherwise
than they are; for, everything being made for a certain end, the end
for which everything is made is necessarily the best end. Observe
how noses were made to carry spectacles, and spectacles we have
accordingly. Our legs are clearly intended for shoes and stockings,
so we have them. Stone has been formed to be hewn and dressed
for building castles, so my lord has a very fine one, for it is meet that
the greatest baron in the province should have the best
accommodation. Pigs were made to be eaten, and we eat pork all
the year round. Consequently those who have asserted that all is
well have said what is silly; they should have said of everything that
is, that it is the best that could possibly be.”
Candide listened attentively, and innocently believed all that he
heard; for he thought Mlle. Cunégonde extremely beautiful, though
he never had the boldness to tell her so. He felt convinced that, next
to the happiness of being born Baron of Thundertentronckh, the
second degree of happiness was to be Mlle. Cunégonde, the third to
see her every day, and the fourth to hear Professor Pangloss, the
greatest philosopher in the province, and therefore in all the world.
One day Mlle. Cunégonde, while taking a walk near the castle, in
the little wood which was called the park, saw through the bushes Dr.
Pangloss giving a lesson in experimental physics to her mother’s
chambermaid, a little brunette, very pretty and very willing to learn.
As Mlle. Cunégonde had a great taste for science, she watched with
breathless interest the repeated experiments that were carried on
under her eyes; she clearly perceived that the doctor had sufficient
reason for all he did; she saw the connection between causes and
effects, and returned home much agitated, though very thoughtful,
and filled with a yearning after scientific pursuits, for sharing in which
she wished that young Candide might find sufficient reason in her,
and that she might find the same in him.
She met Candide as she was on her way back to the castle, and
blushed; the youth blushed likewise. She bade him good morning in
a voice that struggled for utterance; and Candide answered her
without well knowing what he was saying. Next day, as the company
were leaving the table after dinner, Cunégonde and Candide found
themselves behind a screen. Cunégonde let fall her handkerchief;
Candide picked it up; she innocently took hold of his hand, and the
young man, as innocently, kissed hers with an ardor, a tenderness,
and a grace quite peculiar; their lips met and their eyes sparkled. His
lordship, the Baron of Thundertentronckh, happened to pass by the
screen, and, seeing that particular instance of cause and effect,
drove Candide out of the castle with vigorous kicks. Cunégonde
swooned away, but, as soon as she recovered, my lady the
baroness boxed her ears, and all was confusion and consternation in
that most magnificent and most charming of all possible castles.
Marc Antoine Desaugiers was a Parisian song writer and author
of vaudeville.
His wit was cynical and his versification of a facile sort.
THE ETERNAL YAWNER
Ah! well-a-day, in all the earth
What can one do?
Where for amusement seek, or mirth?
Ah! well-a-day, in all the earth
What can one do
To cease from yawning here below?
A SLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDING
INNOCENCE
“Be silent, all of you!” cried Mimi. “I want to talk a little now. Since
the magnificent M. Marcel does not care for fables, I am going to
relate a true story, et quorum pars magna fui.”
“Do you speak Latin?” asked Eugène.
“As you perceive,” Mlle. Pinson answered. “I have inherited that
sentence from my uncle, who served under the great Napoleon, and
who always repeated it before he gave us an account of a battle. If
you don’t know the meaning of the words, I’ll teach you free of
charge. They mean, ‘I give you my word of honor.’ Well, then, you
are to know that one night last week I went with two of my friends,
Blanchette and Rougette, to the Odéon theater——”
“Watch me cut the cake,” interrupted Marcel.
“Cut ahead, but listen,” Mlle. Pinson continued. “As I was saying, I
went with Blanchette and Rougette to the Odéon to see a tragedy.
Rougette, as you know, has just lost her grandmother, and has
inherited four hundred francs. We had taken a box, opposite to
which, in the pit, sat three students. These young men liked our
looks, and, on the pretext that we were alone and unprotected,
invited us to supper.”
“Immediately?” asked Marcel. “That was gallant indeed. And you
refused, I suppose?”
“By no means,” said Mimi. “We accepted the invitation, and in the
intermission, without waiting for the end of the play, we all went off to
Viot’s restaurant.”
“With your cavaliers?”
“With our cavaliers. The leader, of course, began by telling us that
he had nothing, but such little obstacles did not disconcert us. We
ordered everything we wanted. Rougette took pen and paper, and
ordered a veritable marriage-feast: shrimps, an omelet with sugar,
fritters, mussels, eggs with whipped cream—in fact, all the delicacies
imaginable. To tell the truth, our young gentlemen pulled wry faces
—— ”
“I have no doubt of it!” said Marcel.
“We didn’t care. When everything was brought in we began to act
the part of great ladies. We approved of nothing, but found
everything disgusting. Hardly was any dish brought in but we sent it
out again. ‘Waiter, take this away; it’s intolerable; where did you get
the horrible stuff?’ Our unknown gentlemen wanted to eat, but found
it impossible. In a word, we supped as Sancho dined, and in our
vigor nearly broke several dishes.”
“Nice conduct! And who was to pay for it all?”
“That is precisely the question that our three unknown gentlemen
asked one another. To judge by what we overheard of their
whispered conversation, one of them owned six francs, the second a
good deal less, and the third had only his watch, which he
generously pulled out of his pocket. So the three unfortunates went
up to the cashier, intending to gain a delay of some sort. What
answer do you suppose they received?”
“I imagine that you would be kept there, and your gentlemen sent
to jail.”
“You are wrong,” said Mlle. Pinson. “Before going in Rougette had
taken her precautions, and had paid for everything in advance. You
can imagine the scene when Viot answered, ‘Gentlemen, everything
is paid.’ Our three unknown gentlemen looked at us as never three
dogs looked at three bishops, with pitiful stupefaction mixed with
pure tenderness. But we, without seeming to notice anything
unusual, went down-stairs and ordered a cab. ‘Dear Marquise,’ said
Rougette to me, ‘we ought to take these gentlemen home.’
‘Certainly, dear Countess,’ answered I. Our poor young gallants did
not know what to say, they looked so sheepish. They wanted to get
rid of our politeness, and asked not to be taken home, even refusing
to give their address. No wonder, either, because they felt sure that
they were having to do with great ladies, and they lived in Fish-Cat
Street!”
The two students, the friends of Marcel, who, up to this time, had
done nothing but smoke their pipes and drink in silence, appeared
little pleased with this story. Their faces grew red, and they seemed
to know as much about this unfortunate supper as Mimi herself, at
whom they glanced restlessly. Marcel, laughing, said:
“Tell us who they were, Mlle. Mimi. Since it happened last week it
does not matter.”
“Never!” cried the girl. “Play a trick on a man—yes. But ruin his
career—never!”
“You are right,” said Eugène, “and are acting even more wisely
than you yourself are aware of. There is not a single young fellow at
college who has not some such mistake or folly behind him, and yet
it is from among these very people that France draws her most
distinguished men.”
“Yes,” said Marcel, “that’s true. There are peers of France who
now dine at Flicoteau’s, but who once could not pay their bills. But,”
he added, and winked, “haven’t you seen your unknown gentlemen
again?”
“What do you take us for?” answered Mlle. Pinson in a severe and
almost offended tone. “You know Blanchette and Rougette, and do
you suppose that I——?”
“Very well,” said Marcel, “don’t be angry. But isn’t this a nice state
of affairs? Here are three giddy girls, who may not be able to pay
their next day’s dinner, and who throw away their money for the sake
of mystifying three poor unoffending devils!”
“But why did they invite us to supper?” asked Mlle. Pinson.
—“Mimi Pinson.”
“Son-in-law, you will offer me your arm; your wife will take her
cousin’s.”
“Yes, mother-in-law.”
“Furthermore, when we get to the caterer’s for dinner, you must
not whisper to your wife. People might suspect something
unrefined.”
“Yes, mother-in-law.”
“Neither must you kiss her.”
“Why, you object to me kissing my wife?”
“Before people, yes. It’s very bad form. Haven’t you time enough
for it at home?”
“True.”
“At table you will not sit next to your wife, but next to me.”
“That’s agreed.”
“During the meal you will take care that no comic songs on your
marriage are sung. Those who write them usually permit themselves
indelicate jokes, so that the ladies are put out. That is the worst taste
possible.”
“I’ll see that none are sung.”
“You will dance only once with your wife during the evening.
Understand me—only once.”
“But, why, why?”
“Because it is proper to let the bride accept the invitations of
relatives, friends, and strangers.”
“But I didn’t marry in order that my wife should dance with
everybody except myself!”
“Do you wish to insinuate, son-in-law, that you can instruct me
concerning the usages of polite society? You are beginning well.”