The Candidate's Creed I du believe in special ways O' prayin' an' convartin'; I do believe hard coin the stuff To make hard money out on; I du believe with all my soul An' in the traces lead 'em: I du believe thet I should give Fer it's by him I move an' live, From him my bread an' cheese air. I du believe thet all o' me Doth bear his souperscription,Will, conscience, honor, honesty, An' things o' thet description. I du believe in prayer an' praise 295 This doth my cup with marcies fill, But, O, I du in interest. I du believe in bein' this Or thet, ez it may happen I du believe thet holdin' slaves I couldn't ax with no face, I du believe wutever trash 'll keep the people in blindness,— Thet we the Mexicans can thrash Right inter brotherly kindness- Thet peace, to make it stick at all, In short, I firmly du believe Fer it's a thing thet I perceive To hev a solid vally; This heth my faithful shepherd ben, In pastures sweet heth led me, An' this'll keep the people green To feed ez they have fed me. James Russell Lowell. The Razor Seller 297 THE RAZOR SELLER A FELLOW in a market town, As every man would buy, with cash and sense. A country bumpkin the great offer heard: "No matter if the fellow be a knave, It certainly will be a monstrous prize." And quickly soaped himself to ears and eyes. Being well lathered from a dish or tub, 'Twas a vile razor!-then the rest he tried- "I wish my eighteen-pence within my purse." In vain to chase his beard, and bring the graces, And cursed each razor's body o'er and o'er: His muzzle, formed of opposition stuff, So kept it-laughing at the steel and suds: Vowing the direst vengeance, with clenched claws, Hodge sought the fellow-found him-and begun: That people flay themselves out of their lives: To cry up razors that can't shave." "Friend," quoth the razor-man, "I'm not a knave. As for the razors you have bought, Upon my soul I never thought That they would shave." "Not think they'd shave!" quoth Hodge, with wond'ring eyes, And voice not much unlike an Indian yell; "What were they made for then, you dog?" he cries: "Made!" quoth the fellow, with a smile-" to sell." John Wolcot. THE DEVIL'S WALK ON EARTH FROM his brimstone bed at break of day A walking the Devil is gone, To look at his snug little farm of the World, Over the hill and over the dale, And he went over the plain; And backward and forward he swish'd his tail How then was the Devil drest? Oh, he was in his Sunday's best His coat was red and his breeches were blue, The Devil's Walk on Earth A lady drove by in her pride, For which he could have kiss'd her; He met a lord of high degree, No matter what was his name; Whose face with his own when he came to compare And the character, too, as it seem'd to a hair- 299 For he thought there was surely a looking-glass there, But he could not see the frame. He saw a Lawyer killing a viper, An Apothecary on a white horse Rode by on his vocation; And the Devil thought of his old friend He pass'd a cottage with a double coach-house, And he own'd with a grin That his favorite sin, Is pride that apes humility. He saw a pig rapidly Down a river float; The pig swam well, but every stroke Was cutting his own throat; |