("That's exactly the method," the Bellman bold In a hasty parenthesis cried:-- "That's exactly the way I have always been told That the capture of Snarks should be tried!") "'But oh, beamish nephew! beware of the day If your Snark be a Boojum! For then You will softly and suddenly vanish away, And never be met with again!' "It is this, it is this, that oppresses my soul When I think of my uncle's last words; And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl Brimming over with quivering curds! "It is this, it is this"--"We have had that before!" The Bellman indignantly said. And the Baker replied: "Let me say it once more; It is this, it is this that I dread! "I engage with the Snark--every night after dark-- In a dreamy delirious fight; I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes, And I use it for striking a light: "But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day, In a moment (of this I am sure), I shall softly and silently vanish away-- And the notion I cannot endure!" YOU ARE OLD, FATHER WILLIAM From 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' "You are old, Father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- Do you think, at your age, it is right?" "In my youth," Father William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain; But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again." "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before, And have grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door-- Pray what is the reason of that?" "In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, "I kept all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment--one shilling the box-- Allow me to sell you a couple." "You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak: Pray, how did you manage to do it?" "In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law, And argued each case with my wife; And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life." "You are old," said the youth; "one would hardly suppose That your eye was as steady as ever: Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- What made you so awfully clever?" "I have answered three questions, and that is enough," Said his father; "don't give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you down-stairs!" CASANOVA (JEAN JACQUES CASANOVA DE SEINGALT) (1725-1803)