A blemish in the cut appears; Alas! it cost both blood and tears. The glancing graver swerved aside, Fast flowed the artist's vital tide! And now the apologetic bard Demands indulgence for his pard! [Illustration] _The Angler & the Clown._ The echoing bridge you here may see, The pouring lynn, the waving tree, The eager angler fresh from town-- Above, the contumelious clown. 'The angler plies his line and rod, The clodpole stands with many a nod,-- With many a nod and many a grin, He sees him cast his engine in. "What have you caught?" the peasant cries. "Nothing as yet," the Fool replies. MORAL TALES [Illustration] Rob and Ben or The PIRATE and the APOTHECARY. Scene the First. [Illustration] Rob and Ben or The PIRATE and the APOTHECARY. Scene the Second. [Illustration] Rob and Ben or The PIRATE and the APOTHECARY. Scene the Third. ROBIN AND BEN: OR, THE PIRATE AND THE APOTHECARY Come lend me an attentive ear A startling moral tale to hear, Of Pirate Rob and Chemist Ben, And different destinies of men. Deep in the greenest of the vales That nestle near the coast of Wales, The heaving main but just in view, Robin and Ben together grew, Together worked and played the fool, Together shunned the Sunday school, And pulled each other's youthful noses Around the cots, among the roses. Together but unlike they grew; Robin was rough, and through and through Bold, inconsiderate, and manly, Like some historic Bruce or Stanley. Ben had a mean and servile soul, He robbed not, though he often stole. He sang on Sunday in the choir, And tamely capped the passing Squire. At length, intolerant of trammels-- Wild as the wild Bithynian camels, Wild as the wild sea-eagles--Bob His widowed dam contrives to rob, And thus with great originality Effectuates his personality. Thenceforth his terror-haunted flight He follows through the starry night; And with the early morning breeze, Behold him on the azure seas. The master of a trading dandy Hires Robin for a go of brandy; And all the happy hills of home Vanish beyond the fields of foam. Ben, meanwhile, like a tin reflector, Attended on the worthy rector; Opened his eyes and held his breath, And flattered to the point of death; And was at last, by that good fairy, Apprenticed to the Apothecary. So Ben, while Robin chose to roam, A rising chemist was at home, Tended his shop with learned air, Watered his drugs and oiled his hair, And gave advice to the unwary, Like any sleek apothecary.