THE GOOSE. I KNEW an old wife lean and poor, He held a goose upon his arm, He utter'd rhyme and reason, 'Here, take the goose, and keep you warm, It is a stormy season.' She caught the white goose by the leg, A goose-'twas no great matter. The goose let fall a golden egg With cackle and with clatter. She dropt the goose, and caught the pelf, And ran to tell her neighbours; And bless'd herself, and cursed herself, And rested from her labours. And feeding high, and living soft, So sitting, served by man and maid, It clutter'd here, it chuckled there; 'A quinsy choke thy cursed note!' Then wax'd her anger stronger. 'Go, take the goose, and wring her throat, I will not bear it longer.' Then yelp'd the cur, and yawl'd the cat ; Ran Gaffer, stumbled Gammer. The goose flew this way and flew that, And fill'd the house with clamour. As head and heels upon the floor He took the goose upon his arm, It is a stormy morning.' The wild wind rang from park and plain, And half the chimneys tumbled. The glass blew in, the fire blew out, And while on all sides breaking loose Her household fled the danger, Quoth she, 'The Devil take the goose, And God forget the stranger!' ENGLISH IDYLLS. THE EPIC. AT Francis Allen's on the Christmas-eve,- The parson taking wide and wider sweeps, Until I woke, and found him settled down Right thro' the world, 'at home was little left, And I,' quoth Everard, by the wassail-bowl.' 'Why yes,' I said, ' we knew your gift that way At college but another which you had, I mean of verse (for so we held it then), What came of that?' 'You know,' said Frank, 'he burnt His epic, his King Arthur, some twelve books '— Oh, sir, He thought that nothing new was said, or else God knows he has a mint of reasons: ask. It pleased me well enough.' 'Nay, nay,' said Hall, Mere chaff and draff, much better burnt.' 'But I,' Said Francis, pick'd the eleventh from this hearth. And have it keep a thing, its use will come. |