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- " About those conditions?” Well, now you go And do as I tell you, and then you 'll know. Once a year, on Commencement day, If you 'll only take the pains to stay, You 'll see the President in the CHAIR, Likewise the Governor sitting there. The President rises ; both old and young May hear his speech in a foreign tongue, The meaning whereof, as lawyers swear, Is this: Can I keep this old arm-chair? And then his Excellency bows, As much as to say that he allows. The Vice-Gub. next is called by name; He bows like t’ other, which means the same. And all the officers round 'em bow, As much as to say that they allow. And a lot of parchments about the chair Are handed to witnesses then and there, And then the lawyers hold it clear That the chair is safe for another year.
God bless you, Gentlemen! Learn to give
With codicil this, and codicil that,
PROFESSOR. TELL me, O Provincial ! speak, Ceruleo-Nasal ! Lives there one De Sauty extant now among you, Whispering Boanerges, son of silent thunder,
Holding talk with nations ?
Is there a De Sauty ambulant on Tellus,
Three times daily patent?
Breathes there such a being, O Ceruleo-Nasal ?
Romulus and Remus?
Was he born of woman, this alleged De Sauty ?
Speak, thou Cyano-Rhinal !
Many things thou askest, jackknife-bearing stranger, Much-conjecturing mortal, pork-and-treacle-waster! Pretermit thy whittling, wheel thine ear-flap toward me,
Thou shalt hear them answered.
When the charge galvanic tingled through the cable,
Called himself “ DE Sauty.”
As the small opossum held in pouch maternal
Sucking in the current.
When the current strengthened, bloomed the pale-faced
stranger, — Took no drink nor victual, yet grew fat and rosy, And from time to time, in sharp articulation,
Said, “ All right! De Sauty.”
From the lonely station passed the utterance, spreading Through the pines and hemlocks to the groves of steeples, Till the land was filled with loud reverberations
Of “ All right! De Sauty.”
When the current slackened, drooped the mystic stran
ger, — Faded, faded, faded, as the stream grew weaker, Wasted to a shadow, with a hartshorn odor
Drops of deliquescence glistened on his forehead,
There was no De Sauty.
Nothing but a cloud of elements organic,
Born of stream galvanic, with it he had perished !
Cry, “ All right ! DE SAUTY.”