The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and MarvelsIngoldsby, Thomas
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The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and Marvels
Ingoldsby, Thomas
English fiction -- 19th century; English poetry -- 19th century; English wit and humor; Humorous poetry, English
It was clear he lay under a curse,
None would hold with him any communion;
Every day matters grew worse and worse,
Till they ended at length in The Union;
While his man being caught in some fact,
(The particular crime I've forgotten,)
When he came to be hanged for the act,
Split, and told the whole story to Cotton.
Understanding the matter was blown,
His employer became apprehensive
Of what, when 'twas more fully known,
Might ensue--he grew thoughtful and pensive;
He purchased some sugar-of-lead,
Took it home, popp'd it into his porridge,
Ate it up, and then took to his bed,
And so died in the workhouse at Norwich.
MORAL.
Ponder well now, dear Parents, each word
That I've wrote, and when Sirius rages
In the dog-days, don't be so absurd
As to blow yourself out with Green-gages!
Of stone-fruits in general be shy,
And reflect it's a fact beyond question
That Grapes, when they're spelt with an _i_,
Promote anything else but digestion.--
--When you set about making your will,
Which is commonly done when a body's ill,
Mind, and word it with caution and skill,
And avoid, if you can, any codicil!
When once you've appointed an heir
To the fortune you've made, or obtained, ere
You leave a reversion, beware
Whom you place in contingent remainder!
Executors, Guardians, and all
Who have children to mind, don't ill treat them,
Nor think that, because they are small
And weak, you may beat them, and cheat them!
Remember that "ill-gotten goods
Never thrive;" their possession's but cursory;
So never turn out in the woods
Little folks you should keep in the nursery.
Be sure he who does such base things
Will ne'er stifle Conscience's clamour;
His "riches will make themselves wings,"
And his property come to the hammer!
Then He,--and not those he bereaves,--
Will have most cause for sighings and sobbings,
When he finds _himself_ smother'd with leaves
(Of fat catalogues) heaped up by Robins!
FOOTNOTES:
[46] See Bloomfield's History of the County of Norfolk, in
which all the particulars of this lamentable history are (or ought to
be) fully detailed, together with the names of the parties, and an
elaborate pedigree of the family.
* * * * *
The incidents recorded in the succeeding Legend were communicated to a
dear friend of our family by the late lamented Sir Walter Scott. The
names and localities have been scrupulously retained, as she is ready
to testify. The proceedings in this case are, I believe, recorded in
some of our law reports, though I have never been able to lay my hand
upon them.
THE DEAD DRUMMER.
A LEGEND OF SALISBURY PLAIN.
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