They shivered their timbers proudly, At a phantom fore-lock dragged, And called for a hornpipe loudly Whenever amusement flagged. "Hum! Golly! him POP resemble, Him Britisher sov'reign, hum! CALAMITY POP VON PEPPERMINT DROP, De King of Canoodle-Dum!" The mariner's lively "Hollo!" Enlivened Canoodle's plain (For blessings unnumbered follow In Civilisation's train). But Fortune, who loves a bathos, A terrible ending planned, For ADMIRAL D. CHICKABIDDY, C.B., Placed foot on Canoodle land! [Illustration] That officer seized KING GOWLER; He threatened his royal brains, And put him aboard the _Howler_, And fastened him down with chains. The _Howler_ she weighed her anchor, With FREDERICK nicely nailed, And off to the North with WILLIAM THE FOURTH That Admiral slowly sailed. CALAMITY said (with folly) "Hum! nebber want him again-- Him civilise all of us, golly! CALAMITY suck him brain!" The people, however, were pained when They saw him aboard the ship, But none of them wept for their FREDDY, except HUM PICKITY WIMPLE TIP. [Illustration] BLUE BLOOD Spurn not the nobly born With love affected, Nor treat with virtuous scorn The well connected. High rank involves no shame-- We boast an equal claim With him of humble name To be respected! Blue blood! Blue blood! When virtuous love is sought, Thy power is naught, Though dating from the Flood, Blue blood! Spare us the bitter pain Of stern denials, Nor with low-born disdain Augment our trials. Hearts just as pure and fair May beat in Belgrave Square As in the lowly air Of Seven Dials! Blue blood! Blue blood! Of what avail art thou To serve me now? Though dating from the Flood, Blue blood! [Illustration] [Illustration] FIRST LOVE A CLERGYMAN in Berkshire dwelt, The REVEREND BERNARD POWLES, And in his church there weekly knelt At least a hundred souls. There little ELLEN you might see, The modest rustic belle; In maidenly simplicity, She loved her BERNARD well. Though ELLEN wore a plain silk gown Untrimmed with lace or fur, Yet not a husband in the town But wished his wife like her. Though sterner memories might fade. You never could forget The child-form of that baby-maid, The Village Violet! A simple frightened loveliness, Whose sacred spirit-part Shrank timidly from worldly stress, And nestled in your heart. POWLES woo'd with every well-worn plan And all the usual wiles With which a well-schooled gentleman A simple heart beguiles.