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ERMIT me, Reader, to make my bow,
SMe to humbly rommend to your tender
ThE hero of these simple- erse,.
SB domicile, of the British Nation:
Bi birth and family, a Crustacean
'. ne'- hero should have a name that rare i.,:
And his was Ilnmarlt. but- I "-,;as
A L,:,bster \ i:to d ~elt
%%ith several :,Lhfrs,-
His sisters and brothers,-
In a secluded but happy)
I, t. lUnder the salt sea' loam.
It lay ..? -
A\t the outermost points oi a rocky bay.
-A %nd\ tide-poly. clilrbound cove.
\\I b a red-ri.-ed fi-hing vll-age above,
SOf irreular cottages. iperclccd up high
Amid I3le .ellow poppies next to the Jk%.
shells indl pebbles and wrack below,
S And shrimpers shrimping all in a row
Tawny sails and tarry boats.
Dark brow. nets and ,)ld cork floa, ;
Nasty smells at the nicest r spot).
- nAnd blue-jerseyed sailors and lobster-puts.
\ :ei r thie deep. dcep s:a
"I Int to hae the power
Fo rake the air on dry land for an hour
A nd %hlien the mi d-da- nid-sunimer si
l. Is boating tihe d as hr..n .r .1 a Lun.
\nd the ,ns are LkIy_ a 'cry ne
TO. -Iel 1, iO'cl a. a -tra beherrv 'e r
In on %S wn partI cular d"i ea ','r
1 11 p;ng ane s ecclcrs in Pach green.,< c
It is good. I.or a e-' ra[acious max.
\\'hen storm.tossed morsels come t,-. the claw
And the better to see wlth" doan below,
To wash one's eves in the tbb and flow
Of the tides that come and the tIAs that go."
S an the Lobsters, thanks for their mer' es
lld h br their teo se t irh *]oln tbhrire.
t the icae hert of these simple tIversest go.
If he's worth the grand
may change from
boiling point to zero,
Saknd proof against the
-- -it was never so;
--- --...- -- \\hate er the weather or the sort of day,
S No matter if the tide were high or low,
Whatever happened he was neker pleased,
-And not himself alone but all hi kindred teas
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1I.:.g nd not himself alone. but all h"kindred t-,-d ..
.e:f*~ .e :
:': ... Oh h '
\\'hat a world of woe
We flounder about in. h,-re beio), '
Oh dcar oh dear i
It is too, too dull, down here
I haven't the slightest patience-
W'i:h aiy o0 m relations:
I take n interest whatever
In things the. 11 cars r'isn Ch ..n cI,
SAnd. for lce.. of dcar truth. I sitai it,
As f..r my Honme-I hate it'
"A.% l'm convinced I wa; formed for a largerr sphere.
And am utterlv out of my element here."
Then his brothers and sisters said,
Each solemnly shaking his and her head,
4-.- Yo. ps or mp n, .. most b .a u r, ,
..... ...... ...
7 'rThat, in ;pie of all you ha% e to endure,
e "'ou put ou complase in most beautiful r sphere se,
But Ac think you might live happily here."
I dont lie. I only exist," hle said.
..... Bp ,leased to look upon me as dead."
.And he swam to his cave, and took to his bvd.
0, He sulked so long that the sisters cried,
"' Perhaps he has really and truly died."
But the brothers went to the care to peep.
For they said. Perhaps he is only asleep."'
They found him. far too busha to talk,
Soith a very large piece of bad salt pork.
t eis hesad
Dear Brother, what luck you have had to-day !
Can you tell us, pray,
Is there any more purk afloat in the bay ?
But not a word would my hero say,
Except to repeat, wicn sad persistence,
This is not life it's only existence."
day there came to the
SAn individual bent on pillage:
But a robber whom true scienti,
He picked the yellow poppies on the cliffs
He picked the featherY seaweeds in the pools
H,-- tike. the od,]; and crick. from i,-.[,; Li 1,- I T . -''
Ih ic ,'. kt-d ri,. brain- o all [ e .
I-t di,J :d the I,,:l-~ics for hit, -,%,n hrm :Lon ,i.
And c:aught thc Lob-sern for a seaid,l, t,-own aqua.1rimvn,
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H pi':kedthe odd; '~ cnd : rorn it'
II .. k-d [iC I.13. ,t I ;the 'ufhi. [L
Iii : di. U' th *i'e r i kbli
'~nd ~u~hrthU ':rb.rersfcir seaiA' wnalurlJil
TANK No. 20" i delp.
TANK No. 20''" i cool,
For cldeer contr'i\vnces always keep
The a.lter fresh in the pool;
\nd .' very ',ne platc.-liass windho is free to the public
Thr".nugh which you can stare at the passers-by and the
passer.-by stare at you.
Said my hero. This is a rear ariet ~-
--- -- For the primnal cause of incidentE.,
One cl'en hlunt", about,
\When its only a coincidence
That matters so turned out.
.And I do not know the ra.son
Or the trea-,n I would tell:
But it may h.-- Lbe,.n tie .eason-
\'hy mn hLICo .hute this momLent
for casting uff his sh.ll.
*He had hithertU been dressed
(And so had all the rest,
Ir. purrlish navy blue from top to toe n
But nulr il, t co.It \n%4 nc,',
It oas of every Ehadc of blue
Between azure and the deepest Indigo;
\nd his sisters kept telling .iin, til: they %ere ted
h.. never was anyone so much .,dmnired."
My hero was happy at last, ou will sa ?
So he was, dear Reader-two nights and a day
Then, as he and his relatives lay.
Each at the mouth of his mock
Cave min the face of a miniature rock,
They saw, descending the opposite cliff,
By jerks spasmodic of elbows stiff;
Now hurriedly slipping, no% seeming calmei.
With the ease and the grace of a hog in anrmour.
And as solemn as any ancient palmer.
No Less than nirne,
ut the worst o the matter renmaius to be s)id.
These nine big lobsters were all of them RE .
Palinurts vzdLaris, or Spiny Lobster.
And when they got safe to the floor of the Ltank,--
For which they hid chletlv _.o,d luck to thank,-
They settled thiir cumber-,ume cnats o mail,
And ever\ lobster tucked his tail
Neatly under hin as he sat
-: In a circle of nine fur a cosy chat.
They seemed to be sitting hand in hand,
As shoulder to shoulder thy sat in the ,and,
-And ,waed their artennre in t~alrn rotation.
'.. -- Apparently holding a c.nsut:,tion.
But %hat were l-te feelings of Malaster Blue Shell,.
Oh, gentle Readcr how shall I tell ? .
.. ..- _-: -
rmthe moment that those Nine he sa. 5
As the who siont downthat those Nine he saw nd
He nwer could bar his blul, since cot more.u all rn r?
(S" Oh. Brothers a in isers rune as e lwith him
And beingou exc see any lobsters so grand,
Sthoe case who st dowemarkabln their fairn the sand.)
Dear Bruther. indeed, this is quite a whim.'"
-. (So.his brothers and sters reasoned with hiii;-
And being exceedingly ctiltivated,
The case with remarkable fairness stated.)
..is a p.,inarv colour,
Eut so is BLUE
A we all of u; think, dear Brother,
Th:u ne is quite is good as the other,
A swaggering soldier's a saucy varlet.
Though he looks uncommonly well in
N doubt there's much to he said
For a field of poppi.es of glo ;ng red
,%.L-. -.. 2r&,-. .
,.. -'. ol r -, .
. For fivrv rits in sunset skies.
Koses and blushes and red sunrise ,
For a glow on the Alps, and the
glow cf a forge,
A Foxglove bank n a woodland
SSparks that are struck from red.
The sun in a mist, and the red
FIlo%%er of countless shades ind shapes,
M, latad,,r., lu udges, :.nd psie" capes,
l'he red-haired King who was killed in the vJod,
Rc.l.in Redblrears and little Red -,idmji H,:,...I
.utumn-maplk. and winter holly ,
Red-lercr J r ,' ,, isdom or
The ,arlt lbi,
SCardinal's gloves, ind Karen's shows.
Coral and rubies, and huntsiien's
Red, in short, is splendid, we think.
ut. thrn, we don't think there's a pin to choose :
If the Guards are handsome. so are the Blues. '
' It's a narrow choice between Sappers and Gunners.
Y'ou sow blue beans, and rear scarlet runners.
Then think of the blue of a mid-day sky,
Or the sea, and the hills, and a Scotchman's eye,
Of the tender blue of all thing afar.
.And the na'y blue of the Brutih tar.
1Of peacock's feathers, forget-me-nuts.
\-Worcester china, and "jap tea-p,'ts.
l'he blue that the western sky nears casuall,
Saplthire, turquoise, and lapizsiazuli.
hat can look smarter
Than the broad blue ribbon of
*gKnitgh-t of the Garter ?
SAnd, if the subject is not too
SAnr intellectual lady's stocking ?
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And who that loves hues
Could fail to mention
The wonderful blire,
Of the mountain gentian ? "
. _._. .. .
But to all that hik brothers and i ,steiri id,
He made no replI but-" I w%4h I were dead .
I'm a;l over blue. and I want to be red.'
.And he mopcd and pined, and took to his bed.
', ,; '
SThat little one looks uncommonly sickly.
Put hnnim back in the sea. and put him back quic:kl.-
The voice that spoke was the voice of Fate,
And the lobster was soon in his former state
SWhere, as of pid, he muttered and mumbled,
And growvled and grumbled
want to be red and I'm all over blue.
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a'-.' -.--. ,
t' ,herw tsl.d
I don't think I ever met wnth a book
A4 The evil genius of which was a
But it thus befel,
S, In the tale I have the honour to
For as he was fretting and fuming
A fisherman fished my hero out;
S rAnd, in process of time, he heard a
"i 'J oice,
SWhich made him rejoice.
SThe voice was the cook's, and what it said
\\'as, He'll soon come out a beautiful red."
H 'r"'%. .n .ihe po '
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The w,.,,r .,as very hot,' ..i
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The less we say about this the better.
But then-which he did not expect -
a- dP .!
he %%a d -e a
D. d. El
-,Io ,, what one will. does commonly end sadly,
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But things in general are so much mixed,
S I be ga te i hed some parting glory
oAnd hope against hope for y a er cure
L 1. her .of this ... y
.That every case must stand upon us merits, :. :- .-.
*And folk's opinions are so little nxed,
houAnd no one knows the least what he inherits-
Upon ihe hero of this simple story.
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-, m ainear. eUI
It's not how one's hero should end his day,.
In a mayonnaise.
iiBut I'm told that he lked
I ith cream coAlu ,i
sauce, and pale gcer,
S I ,on*c--o th.at 1
h hee II ll .'
I-" 'hi ...ld r,.,I
aff:.r me ln
ii 'furI'm oldthn h~ .-.*4j
For I feel (though one likes to -pVeak well of the de.id
That it must be -ud,
He need not hvwe died so early lamented.
If he'd been content to live contenLed.
P.S.-His class% were raised to very high station.
They keep the earwigs from our carnations.
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