Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. I
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Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. I
Parodies
And her heart rejoices greatly,
Whenever peeler she discerns,
Past the small boys pacing stately,
While they mimic him by turns.
Thinks he looks far more majestic
Than he ever looked before--
Fears he winked at the domestic
Higher up at Number Four;
Hears him speak in gentle murmur,
Knows he's answering her call,
While he treads with footstep firmer,
Leading past the garden wall.
All at once the colour flushes
His false face from brow to chin;
As it were with shame he blushes,
While she vows she's "been took in."
Then unable to conceal her
Love, she murmurs, "Oh, that he
Were once more that faithful Peeler,
Which did win my heart from me."
He but begged she'd no more bore him,
When she falls flat at his side;
Gathered soon a crowd before him,
Whilst to lift her up he tried;
And one came to raise her bonnet,
And he looked at him and said,
"Bring a chair, and place her on it,
For I fear she's hurt her head."
Home they took her, and next morning,
By her mistress she's addressed,
"Mary, you have a month's warning--
This time, mind. I'm not in jest.
_The Puppet Show_, July 29, 1848.
* * * * *
THE LORD OF BURLEIGH.
(_Slightly altered from the Poet Laureate_).
To the Bill he whispers gaily,
"Land Bill, I the truth must tell--
You're a nuisance; but believe me
That I really love you well!"
She replies, that Irish Maiden,
"No one I respect like thee."
He is Lord of ancient Hatfield,
And a simple Land Bill she.
So most kindly he receives her
Merely with _two_ hours' reproof,
Leads her to the Lords' Committee,
And she leaves her GLADSTONE'S roof.
"I will strive to guard and guide you,
And your beauty not impair;
Only add a few amendments,
Prune a section here and there.
Let us try these little clauses
Which the wealthy Lords suggest;
No connection with FITZMAURICE,
Or with HENEAGE and the rest!"
All he tells her makes her queerer,
Evermore she seems to yearn
For her Commons and her GLADSTONE,
And the moment of return.
And while now she wonders wildly
Why she feels inclined to sink,
Proudly turns the Lord of BURLEIGH,
"I have _drawn your teeth_, I think!"
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