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“Nothing would so múch delight me,”
“Bút I need not tell you, sister,
"And even wére I, which I am not,
“God's seventh child! why, that 's mysélf,” said Sáturdáy laying down her rúbber; “Whát a fool I 've been to work so! Bút in future í 'll be wiser.
“Hów came yoú so long to insist on 't 'Twas the first child was exémpted, Ảnd make your six younger sisters Wórk, to keep you like a lády?
“Nów you 've lét by chance the truth out,
“You had once your túrn,” said Sunday,
“Bút you grew so proud and saucy
“I remember wéll the robbery
“I remember toó, my sisters,
“Lét her háve it,' óne and áll cried; ‘Prívilége was ever ódious; Lét her háve it, make the most of it; Cóme, dear Sáturdáy, with ús work.'
“I obeyed; you took my títle;
“Móre hardhearted, vain and selfish,
“Till at last the whole world hates you,
“Véry fine talk fór my lády
“Faithful from your mémory dráwing, Ás
you were while you reigned mistress Ánd your fátterers low before you Bówed and kissed the hém of your gárment.
“Who was 't thén was óverbearing?
"And if nów you 're something wiser,
“Í ’m to thánk for 't, who have taught you
Súch the Billingsgáte the sisters
DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY (IRELAND), Dec. 25, 1854.
WELL now I'm sure I don't know why in the world it was
put there, Standing up in the middle of the face like the gnomon of a
súndial, Very much, as one would say, in the way of the pássers by, And exposed to heat and cold, wet and dry, all the winds
Don't tell me that it was for the sake of beauty it was ever
set up there, Still less that it was for utility, i. e. by way of a handle, And as to the hints I sometimes hear that it was out of mere
whim or vagary, I assure you I 'm not the man to lend an ear to insinuations
of that sort.
But I 'll tell you the idea that has just now flashed across
And which of course I hold myself at liberty to correct as I
improve in knowledge, For these are improving times, as you know, and the whole
world 's in progress, And the only wonder is, that with all our advancement we 're
so very far behind yet.
Now my idea 's neither more nor less than that it was set up
where it is simply because God Hadn't, or couldn't at the moment find, a more convenient
spot to put it in; And I 'm further of opinion that if you or I had had the
placing of it, It's no better but a thousand times worse it would have been
placed than now it is.
For while I admit that it does indeed at first sight seem a
little too far fórward set, Like a camp picket or vedette upon the very fore front and
edge of danger, Still there is no denying the solidity and security of its basis, And that it rarely if ever happens it 's obliged to evacuate
Why, I've seen an enemy come up to it in a towering fit of passion, And with his right hand clenched till it looked like a sledge
hammer or mason's mallet Strike it such a blow right in the face as you 'd swear must
annihilate it, Or at least send its ghost down dolefully whimpering to Orcus.
Nay, I've seen its best friend and nearest earthly relative With a giant's grasp lay hold of it, and squeeze it between
finger and thumb, Till it roared with downright agony as loud as a braying ass
or élephant, And yet, the moment after, it seemed not a hair the worse
but rather refreshed by it.