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Sir Will once on a time, being in need,
Called loúd to Thought:-“Good Thought, I pray come hither.”
When Thought nor came nor answered, Will repeated
Loúder the call : “Good Thought, I say come hither."
When Thought, as marble statue stiff and dumb,
No word replied, showed never a sign of hearing,
Will thús in soothing tone began to coax him:
“Nay, náy, good Thought, you surely wont be pettish,
Or for an idle humor lose a friend;
Come, come, I say." Still Thought nor stirred nor answered:--
“Thén as I see fair words are of no use
Cóme, I command you; come this instant, slave."
As Thought immovable sat and either heard not,
Or made as if he heard not, Will's commands,
Will, growing angry, rose and went away
And at the court of Reason lodged complaint
Against his servant Thought for disobedience.
Thought took defence and thus in open court
His own case pleaded : “I am not Will's servant,
And never was; if Will says otherwise,
Lét him produce his witnesses to prove it."
So Will called witness Popular Misconception,
Who swóre in plain, round terms that Thought was then,
And from all time had been, Will's bounden servant.
Bút the Judge frowning said: - "The evidence
Is bád in law, being but of opinion;
Remove the witness if she cannot prove
Esther a contract or some act of service.”
So Popular Misconception being removed
And Will to the question, had he other witness
Whereon to rest his case, replying: -- "No,"
The Judge declared the plaintiff was nonsuited,
And, bówing on all sides, dissolved the court.
That night in bed thus said Thought to himself:
“Well, it 's a wicked world! my old bondslave,
To whom from immemorial time I've been
So kind, so loving, so indulgent master,
Séts himself up not for a freeman only
Bút to be máster of his rightful lord.
Lét me but see tomorrow's light I 'll try
If still some further justice may be found
In thát same court which judged today so soundly.”
So 'twas not long before Chief-justice Reason
Again in court sat the cross case to try:
Thought versus Will; and thus swore Thought's first witness,
A leárned Doctor grave, hight Metaphysics,
With small, bright eyes, white beard, and furrowed cheeks:--
“Well known to me from earliest youth, my lord,
Both plaintiff and defendant in this action,
And scárcely has a day passed of my life
In which I 've not had opportunity
To seé them in their mutual relation
Of sláve and master dealing with each other,
Will, menial slave, obeying master Thought,
And Thought commanding most obedient Will.
A thousand times I 've heard Thought say to Will: -
“Cóme," and he came; “Go,” and forthwith he went;
“Dó," and he did it; “Cease," and he left off;
And never have I seen so much as once
Will áct except at the command of Thought;
And so well used am I to see Will acting
Always in consequence of Thought's command
That I doubt not Will's recent suit was brought”
“Stop there,” said the Chief-justice; “until now
Your évidence has been direct and valid,
Bút in a court of justice the opinion
Éven of wise Metaphysics has no weight.
Go dówn.” “My Lord,” then thus said the defendant:
“This Métaphysics is my ancient foe,
His évidence the outpourings of a malice
Which never ceases to abuse all ears
With stóries of my slavery and dependance.
This honorable court, I hope, my lord,
Will not lend ear to the calumniator."
But here the auditory with one voice
Begán to cry:
“Will never was a servant,
And never shall be; Metaphysics lies;
Punish the perjurer and let Will go free;"
And when the Judge would not, but with loud voice
Commanded Will to be bound hand and foot
And to his rightful lord delivered over,
Aróse such uproar that the Judge his safety
Sought in precipitous flight through a postern door;
Whereón the mob with fury fell on Thought
And Metaphysics; trod them under foot,
Ánd for dead left them; then upon a chair
Uplifted on their shoulders Will, and bore him
With shouts of triumph round and round the city.
Walking from Azolo to MESTRE near VENICE, Aug. 5–6, 1854.
PRINCE Páskewitsch to Turkey went
His rage upon the rogues to vent
Who vowed they never would consent
Czar Nick should have the management
Of their Greek church;
But just as he arrived before
Silistria's barricaded door,
Never let schoolboy such a roar
Oút of his mouth, at the first sore
Skélp of the birch,
As Páskewitsch, when trundling slow
A cannon ball so bruised his toe
That stooping down he cried “Oh! oh!”
And right about faced, home to go,
And in the lurch
Left lýing there his haversack
And boot pulled off without a jack
And traín-oil-drinking Don Cosaque,
And ón Silistria turned his back
And the Greek church.
Walking from Schönau to LICHTENSTEIN (Saxony), June 19, 1854.
RÉSTLESS as billows of the sea
And agile be thy feet,
Firm as a rock thy purpose be,
Nor from the right retreat.
Walking from Arco to Tenno in the Italian TYROL , Aug. 24, 1854.
NÉVER tell me there 's no such thing as friends,
Steády, true, constant, without selfish ends;
Óf my long life 't has been the happiness
To have had some five and twenty, more or less.
Aye, to be sure; friends of the summer day,
That at the approach of winter fled away.
Nó; sterling friends that ever ready were
The worst inclemencies for me to bear
Of wintry weather, hail and rain and snow,
No less than sultry summer's burning glow.
Alás! those valued friends are dead and gone,
Dropped off one after another all but one
Newest and last but not least stout and true
Thou 'st never seen a better parapluie.
Walking from Haag to HAINBACH near AMBERG (BAVARIA), June 25, 1854.
Sometimes it is slow, sometimes it 's quick,
But still the clock goes tick tick tick;
And tick tick tick from morn to night
Goes still the heart, be it sad or light;
But sád or light and slow or quick,
Both soon shall cease their tick tick tick.
TAUERNHAUS, FEHRLEITEN, at the foot of the GROSS - GLOCKNER, July 15, 1854.