"His name is HASH BAZ BEN, And JEDEDIAH too, And SOLOMON and ZABULON-- This "bus-directing Jew."
At first the "busman smiled, And rather liked the fun-- He merely smiled, that Hebrew child, And said, "Eccentric one!"
And gay young dogs would wait To see the "bus go by (These gay young dogs, in striking togs), To hear the Bishop cry:
"Observe his grisly beard, His race it clearly shows, He sticks no fork in ham or pork-- Observe, my friends, his nose.
"His name is HASH BAZ BEN, And JEDEDIAH too, And SOLOMON and ZABULON-- This "bus-directing Jew."
But though at first amused, Yet after seven years, This Hebrew child got rather riled, And melted into tears.
He really almost feared To leave his poor abode, His nose, and name, and beard became A byword on that road.
At length he swore an oath, The reason he would know-- "I"ll call and see why ever he Does persecute me so!"
The good old Bishop sat On his ancestral chair, The "busman came, sent up his name, And laid his grievance bare.
"Benighted Jew," he said (The good old Bishop did), "Be Christian, you, instead of Jew-- Become a Christian kid!
"I"ll ne"er annoy you more."
"Indeed?" replied the Jew; "Shall I be freed?" "You will, indeed!"
Then "Done!" said he, "with you!"
The organ which, in man, Between the eyebrows grows, Fell from his face, and in its place He found a Christian nose.
His tangled Hebrew beard, Which to his waist came down, Was now a pair of whiskers fair-- His name ADOLPHUS BROWN!
He wedded in a year That prelate"s daughter JANE, He"s grown quite fair--has auburn hair-- His wife is far from plain.
The Troubadour
A TROUBADOUR he played Without a castle wall, Within, a hapless maid Responded to his call.
"Oh, willow, woe is me!
Alack and well-a-day!
If I were only free I"d hie me far away!"
Unknown her face and name, But this he knew right well, The maiden"s wailing came From out a dungeon cell.
A hapless woman lay Within that dungeon grim-- That fact, I"ve heard him say, Was quite enough for him.
"I will not sit or lie, Or eat or drink, I vow, Till thou art free as I, Or I as pent as thou."
Her tears then ceased to flow, Her wails no longer rang, And tuneful in her woe The prisoned maiden sang:
"Oh, stranger, as you play, I recognize your touch; And all that I can say Is, thank you very much."
He seized his clarion straight, And blew thereat, until A warden oped the gate.
"Oh, what might be your will?"
"I"ve come, Sir Knave, to see The master of these halls: A maid unwillingly Lies prisoned in their walls.""
With barely stifled sigh That porter drooped his head, With teardrops in his eye, "A many, sir," he said.
He stayed to hear no more, But pushed that porter by, And shortly stood before SIR HUGH DE PECKHAM RYE.
SIR HUGH he darkly frowned, "What would you, sir, with me?"
The troubadour he downed Upon his bended knee.
"I"ve come, DE PECKHAM RYE, To do a Christian task; You ask me what would I?
It is not much I ask.
"Release these maidens, sir, Whom you dominion o"er-- Particularly her Upon the second floor.
"And if you don"t, my lord"-- He here stood bolt upright, And tapped a tailor"s sword-- "Come out, you cad, and fight!"
SIR HUGH he called--and ran The warden from the gate: "Go, show this gentleman The maid in Forty-eight."
By many a cell they past, And stopped at length before A portal, bolted fast: The man unlocked the door.
He called inside the gate With coa.r.s.e and brutal shout, "Come, step it, Forty-eight!"
And Forty-eight stepped out.
"They gets it pretty hot, The maidens what we cotch-- Two years this lady"s got For collaring a wotch."
"Oh, ah!--indeed--I see,"
The troubadour exclaimed-- "If I may make so free, How is this castle named?
The warden"s eyelids fill, And sighing, he replied, "Of gloomy Pentonville This is the female side!"
The minstrel did not wait The Warden stout to thank, But recollected straight He"d business at the Bank.
Ferdinando And Elvira; Or, The Gentle Pieman
PART I.
At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper One whom I will call ELVIRA, and we talked of love and TUPPER,
MR. TUPPER and the Poets, very lightly with them dealing, For I"ve always been distinguished for a strong poetic feeling.