Ballad: Little Oliver
EARL JOYCE he was a kind old party
Whom nothing ever could put out,
Though eighty-two, he still was hearty,
Excepting as regarded gout.
He had one unexampled daughter,
The LADY MINNIE-HAHA JOYCE,
Fair MINNIE-HAHA, Laughing Water,
So called from her melodious voice.
By Nature planned for lover-capture,
Her beauty every heart assailed;
The good old nobleman with rapture
Observed how widely she prevailed
Aloof from all the lordly flockings
Of titled swells who worshipped her,
There stood, in pumps and cotton stockings,
One humble loverOLIVER.
He was no peer by Fortune petted,
His name recalled no bygone age;
He was no lordling coronetted
Alas! he was a simple page!
With vain appeals he never bored her,
But stood in silent sorrow by
He knew how fondly he adored her,
And knew, alas! how hopelessly!
Well grounded by a village tutor
In languages alive and past,
Hed say unto himself, Knee-suitor,
Oh, do not go beyond your last!
But though his name could boast no handle,
He could not every hope resign;
As moths will hover round a candle,
So hovered he about her shrine.
The brilliant candle dazed the moth well:
One day she sang to her Papa
The air that MARIE sings with BOTHWELL
In NEIDERMEYERS opera.
(Therein a stable boy, its stated,
Devoutly loved a noble dame,
Who ardently reciprocated
His rather injudicious flame.)
And then, before the piano closing
(He listened coyly at the door),
She sang a song of her composing
I give one verse from half a score:
BALLAD
Why, pretty page, art ever sighing?
Is sorrow in thy heartlet lying?
Come, set a-ringing
Thy laugh entrancing,
And ever singing
And ever dancing.
Ever singing, Tra! la! la!
Ever dancing, Tra! la! la!
Ever singing, ever dancing,
Ever singing, Tra! la! la!
He skipped for joy like little muttons,
He danced like Esmeraldas kid.
(She did not mean a boy in buttons,
Although he fancied that she did.)
Poor lad! convinced he thus would win her,
He wore out many pairs of soles;
He danced when taking down the dinner
He danced when bringing up the coals.
He danced and sang (however laden)
With his incessant Tra! la! la!
Which much surprised the noble maiden,
And puzzled even her Papa.
He nourished now his flame and fanned it,
He even danced at work below.
The upper servants wouldnt stand it,
And BOWLES the butler told him so.
At length on impulse acting blindly,
His love he laid completely bare;
The gentle Earl received him kindly
And told the lad to take a chair.
Oh, sir, the suitor uttered sadly,
Dont give your indignation vent;
I fear you think Im acting madly,
Perhaps you think me insolent?
The kindly Earl repelled the notion;
His noble bosom heaved a sigh,
His fingers trembled with emotion,
A tear stood in his mild blue eye:
For, oh! the scene recalled too plainly
The half-forgotten time when he,
A boy of nine, had worshipped vainly
A governess of forty-three!
My boy, he said, in tone consoling,
Give up this idle fancydo
The song you heard my daughter trolling
Did not, indeed, refer to you.
I feel for you, poor boy, acutely;
I would not wish to give you pain;
Your pangs I estimate minutely,
I, too, have loved, and loved in vain.
But still your humble rank and station
For MINNIE surely are not meet
He said much more in conversation
Which it were needless to repeat.
Now Im prepared to bet a guinea,
Were this a mere dramatic case,
The page would have eloped with MINNIE,
But, nohe only left his place.
The simple Truth is my detective,
With me Sensation cant abide;
The Likely beats the mere Effective,
And Nature is my only guide.
Ballad: Pasha Bailey Ben
A proud Pasha was BAILEY BEN,
His wives were three, his tails were ten;
His form was dignified, but stout,
Men called him Little Roundabout.
His Importance
Pale Pilgrims came from oer the sea
To wait on PASHA BAILEY B.,
All bearing presents in a crowd,
For B. was poor as well as proud.
His Presents
They brought him onions strung on ropes,
And cold boiled beef, and telescopes,
And balls of string, and shrimps, and guns,
And chops, and tacks, and hats, and buns.
More of them
They brought him white kid gloves, and pails,
And candlesticks, and potted quails,
And capstan-bars, and scales and weights,
And ornaments for empty grates.
Why I mention these
My tale is not of theseoh no!
I only mention them to show
The divers gifts that divers men
Brought oer the sea to BAILEY BEN.
His Confidant
A confidant had BAILEY B.,
A gay Mongolian dog was he;
I am not good at Turkish names,
And so I call him SIMPLE JAMES.
His Confidants Countenance
A dreadful legend you might trace
In SIMPLE JAMESS honest face,
For there you read, in Natures print,
A Scoundrel of the Deepest Tint.
His Character
A deed of blood, or fire, or flames,
Was meat and drink to SIMPLE JAMES:
To hide his guilt he did not plan,
But owned himself a bad young man.
The Author to his Reader
And why on earth good BAILEY BEN
(The wisest, noblest, best of men)
Made SIMPLE JAMES his right-hand man
Is quite beyond my mental span.
The same, continued
But thereenough of gruesome deeds!
My heart, in thinking of them, bleeds;
And so let SIMPLE JAMES take wing,
Tis not of him Im going to sing.
The Pashas Clerk
Good PASHA BAILEY kept a clerk
(For BAILEY only made his mark),
His name was MATTHEW WYCOMBE COO,
A man of nearly forty-two.
His Accomplishments
No person that I ever knew
Could yödel half as well as COO,
And Highlanders exclaimed, Eh, weel!
When COO began to dance a reel.
His Kindness to the Pashas Wives
He used to dance and sing and play
In such an unaffected way,
He cheered the unexciting lives
Of PASHA BAILEYS lovely wives.
The Author to his Reader
But why should I encumber you
With histories of MATTHEW COO?
Let MATTHEW COO at once take wing,
Tis not of COO Im going to sing.
The Authors Muse