PROLOGUE. 161 Lords of creation, whom your ladies rule, The world's great masters, when you're out of school, —— Learn the brief moral of our evening's play: Man has his will, but woman has her way! While man's dull spirit toils in smoke and fire, All foes you master; but a woman's wit Lets daylight through you ere you know you're hit. Rudolph, professor of the headsman's trade, Knelt at the block to test the artist's skill. K "Why strikest not? Perform thy murderous act," The prisoner said. (His voice was slightly cracked.) "Friend, I have struck," the artist straight replied; "Wait but one moment, and yourself decide." He held his snuff-box, "Now then, if you please!" The prisoner sniffed, and, with a crashing sneeze, Woman! thy falchion is a glittering eye; THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA. A NIGHTMARE DREAM BY DAYLIGHT. Do you know the Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea? He does n't hold on by your throat, by your throat, But he grapples you tight by the coat, by the coat, There's the charm of a snake in his eye, in his eye, And a polypus-grip in his hands ; You cannot go back, nor get by, nor get by, If you look at the spot where he stands. O, you're grabbed! See his claw on your sleeve, on your sleeve! It is Sinbad's Old Man of the Sea! You're a Christian, no doubt you believe, you believe: You're a martyr, whatever you be! Is the breakfast-hour past? They must wait, they must wait, While the coffee boils sullenly down, While the Johnny-cake burns on the grate, on the grate, And the toast is done frightfully brown. Yes, your dinner will keep; let it cool, let it cool, And children half-starved go to school, go to school; He can't think of sparing you yet. Hark! the bell for the train! "Come along! Come along! For there is n't a second to lose." "ALL ABOARD!" (He holds on.) "Fsht! ding-dong! You can follow on foot, if you choose. -There's a maid with a cheek like a peach, like a peach, That is waiting for you in the church; But he clings to your side like a leech, like a leech, THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE: OR THE WONDERFUL "ONE-HOSS SHAY. A LOGICAL STORY. HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits, Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Left without a scalp to its crown. |