“It’s not parly voo,” Cried a schoolboy or two, “Nor Hebrew at all,” said a wandering Jew. Some held it was sprung From the Irvingite tongue, The same that is used by a child very young. Some guess’d it high Dutch, Others thought it had much In sound of the true Hoky-poky-ish touch; But none could be poz, What the Dickens (not Boz), No mortal could tell what the Dickens it was! When who should come pat, In a moment like that, But Bowring, to see what the people were at-- A Doctor well able, Without any fable, To talk and translate all the babble of Babel. So just drawing near, With a vigilant ear, That took ev’ry syllable in, very clear, Before one could sip Up a tumbler of flip, He knew the whole tongue from the root to the tip! Then stretching his hand, As you see Daniel stand, In the Feast of Belshazzar, that picture so grand! Without more delay, In the Hamilton way He English’d whatever the Elf had to say. “_Krak kraziboo ban_, I’m the Lunatic Man, Confined in the Moon since creation began-- _Sit muggy bigog_, Whom, except in a fog, You see with a Lantern, a Bush, and a Dog. “_Lang sinery lear_, For this many a year, I’ve long’d to drop in at your own little sphere,-- _Och, pad-mad aroon_, Till one fine afternoon, I found that Wind-Coach on the horns of the Moon. “_Cush quackery go_, But, besides you must know, I’d heard of a profiting Prophet below; _Big botherum blether_, Who pretended to gather The tricks that the Moon meant to play with the weather. “_So Crismus an crash_, Being shortish of cash, I thought I’d a right to partake of the hash-- _Slik mizzle an smak_, So I’m come with a pack, To sell to the trade, of my own Almanack. “_Fiz, bobbery pershal_, Besides aims commercial, Much wishing to honour my friend Sir John Herschel, _Cum puddin and tame_, It’s inscribed to his name, Which is now at the full in celestial fame. “_Wept wepton wish wept_, Pray this Copy accept”-- But here on the Stranger some Kidnappers leapt: For why? a shrewd man Had devis’d a sly plan The Wonder to grab for a show Caravan. So plotted, so done-- With a fight as in fun, While mock pugilistical rounds were begun, A knave who could box, And give right and left knocks, Caught hold of the Prize by his silvery locks.