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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Jumblies and Other Nonsense Verses + +Author: Edward Lear + +Illustrator: L. Leslie Brooke + +Release Date: January 10, 2011 [EBook #34906] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE JUMBLIES AND OTHER *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="The Jumblies and Other Nonsense Verses by Edward Lear with drawings by Leslie Brooke" /><br /> +<a href="images/cover_full.jpg"><small>Larger Image</small></a></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><img src="images/i001_034.jpg" alt="" /></td><td><img src="images/i002_035.jpg" alt="" /></td></tr></table> +<p> </p><p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/frontis.jpg" alt="" /><br /> +<a href="images/frontis_full.jpg"><small>Larger Image</small></a></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/title.jpg" alt="The Jumblies and Other Nonsense Verses by Edward Lear, Author of 'The Book of Nonsense'. +With drawings by Leslie Brooke. Frederick Warne and Co Ltd. London New York" /><br /> +<a href="images/title_full.jpg"><small>Larger Image</small></a></div> + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<h2>INTRODUCTORY.</h2> + +<p class="dropcap"><span class="caps">Encouraged</span> by the cordial reception extended by Press and Public to their +issue of the “Pelican Chorus and Other Nonsense Verses by Edward Lear,” +newly illustrated, the Publishers have requested the Artist, Mr. L. Leslie +Brooke, to do a similar service for a further selection from Lear’s +Nonsense Songs, thus practically completing them. In addition to “The +Jumblies,” which has been adopted as the titular piece, this volume +includes such prime favourites as “The Owl and the Pussy Cat,” “The Duck +and the Kangaroo,” and “The Dong with a Luminous Nose.” For the benefit of +those whose memories of the Nonsense Songs are not as fresh as they should +be, it may be repeated that Mr. Lear did not illustrate them as fully as +was his custom; some, indeed, had no drawings at all, and others merely a +headpiece. The Publishers feel, therefore, that in re-issuing the songs +adequately illustrated, they are but bringing them into line with Mr. +Lear’s other works.</p> + +<p>Oliver Wendell Holmes has said in a well-known poem, that—</p> + +<p class="poem">“There is nothing that keeps its youth—<br /> +So far as I know—but a tree and truth.”</p> + +<p>He might have added certain writings; and among those that are as fresh +to-day as when they were written are the Nonsense Books of Edward Lear. +Several generations of children—old as well as young—have already “drunk +delight” from them, and it is tolerably safe to prophesy that many +editions will yet be demanded. But whatever new form the changing public +taste may cause them to take, they will remain as fresh to the end as they +are to-day. It was one of these books that John Ruskin declared to be “the +most beneficent and innocent of all books yet produced.” And of the author +he said: “I really don’t know any author to whom I am half so grateful for +my idle self as Edward Lear.” This is very high praise from such a source; +and in the hope that similar pleasure may be given to many new readers +this new edition of the Nonsense Songs is issued.</p> + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td><a href="#JUMBLIES">THE JUMBLIES.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#PUSSY-CAT">THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#BROOM">THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER AND THE TONGS.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#KANGAROO">THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#CUMMERBUND">THE CUMMERBUND.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#LUMINOUS_NOSE">THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#VESTMENTS">THE NEW VESTMENTS.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#CALICO_PIE">CALICO PIE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#YONGHY">THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÒ.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#INCIDENTS">INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY.</a></td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="JUMBLIES" id="JUMBLIES"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i003.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i004.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<h2>THE JUMBLIES.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">I.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">They</span> went to sea in a Sieve, they did,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a Sieve they went to sea:</span><br /> +In spite of all their friends could say,<br /> +On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a Sieve they went to sea!</span><br /> +And when the Sieve turned round and round,<br /> +And every one cried, “You’ll all be drowned!”<br /> +They cried aloud, “Our Sieve ain’t big,<br /> +But we don’t care a button, we don’t care a fig!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a Sieve we’ll go to sea!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Far and few, far and few,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And they went to sea in a Sieve.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">II.</td></tr> +<tr><td>They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a Sieve they sailed so fast,</span><br /> +With only a beautiful pea-green veil<br /> +Tied with a riband, by way of a sail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To a small tobacco-pipe mast;</span><br /> +And every one said, who saw them go,<br /> +“O won’t they be soon upset, you know!<br /> +For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,<br /> +And happen what may, it’s extremely wrong<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a Sieve to sail so fast!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Far and few, far and few,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And they went to sea in a Sieve.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">III.</td></tr> +<tr><td>The water it soon came in, it did,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The water it soon came in;</span><br /> +So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet<br /> +In a pinky paper all folded neat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they fastened it down with a pin.</span><br /> +And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,<br /> +And each of them said, “How wise we are!<br /> +Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,<br /> +Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While round in our Sieve we spin!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Far and few, far and few,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And they went to sea in a Sieve.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td>And all night long they sailed away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when the sun went down,</span><br /> +They whistled and warbled a moony song<br /> +To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the shade of the mountains brown.</span><br /> +“O Timballo! How happy we are,<br /> +When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,<br /> +And all night long in the moonlight pale,<br /> +We sail away with a pea-green sail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the shade of the mountains brown!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Far and few, far and few,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And they went to sea in a Sieve.</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i005.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">V.</td></tr> +<tr><td>They sailed to the Western sea, they did,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To a land all covered with trees,</span><br /> +And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,<br /> +And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a hive of silvery Bees.</span><br /> +And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,<br /> +And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,<br /> +And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And no end of Stilton Cheese.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Far and few, far and few,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And they went to sea in a Sieve.</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i006.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">VI.</td></tr> +<tr><td>And in twenty years they all came back,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In twenty years or more,</span><br /> +And every one said, “How tall they’ve grown!<br /> +For they’ve been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the hills of the Chankly Bore;”</span><br /> +And they drank their health, and gave them a feast<br /> +Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;<br /> +And every one said, “If we only live,<br /> +We too will go to sea in a Sieve—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the hills of the Chankly Bore!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Far and few, far and few,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And they went to sea in a Sieve.</span></td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="PUSSY-CAT" id="PUSSY-CAT"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i007.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<h2>THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">I.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">The</span> Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a beautiful pea-green boat,</span><br /> +They took some honey, and plenty of money,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wrapped up in a five-pound note.</span><br /> +The Owl looked up to the stars above,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sang to a small guitar,</span><br /> +“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What a beautiful Pussy you are,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">You are,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">You are!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What a beautiful Pussy you are!”</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/plate004_tmb.jpg" alt="" /><br /> +<a href="images/plate004.jpg"><small>Larger Image</small></a></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i008.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">II.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How charmingly sweet you sing!</span><br /> +O let us be married! too long we have tarried:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what shall we do for a ring?”</span><br /> +They sailed away for a year and a day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the land where the Bong-tree grows,</span><br /> +And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a ring at the end of his nose.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">His nose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">His nose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a ring at the end of his nose.</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i009.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">III.</td></tr> +<tr><td>“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”</span><br /> +So they took it away, and were married next day<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the Turkey who lives on the hill.</span><br /> +They dinèd on mince, and slices of quince,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which they ate with a runcible spoon;</span><br /> +And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They danced by the light of the moon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The moon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The moon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They danced by the light of the moon.</span></td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="BROOM" id="BROOM"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i010.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<h2>THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER AND THE TONGS.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">I.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">The</span> Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They all took a drive in the Park,</span><br /> +And they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before they went back in the dark.</span><br /> +Mr. Poker he sat quite upright in the coach,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mr. Tongs made a clatter and clash,</span><br /> +Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch),<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mrs. Broom was in blue (with a sash).</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And they all sang a song!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">II.</td></tr> +<tr><td>“O Shovely so lovely!” the Poker he sang,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“You have perfectly conquered my heart!</span><br /> +“Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If you’re pleased with my song<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“I will feed you with cold apple tart!</span><br /> +“When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“You enrapture my life with delight!</span><br /> +“Your nose is so shiny! your head is so round!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“And your shape is so slender and bright!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“Ain’t you pleased with my song?”</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">III.</td></tr> +<tr><td>“Alas! Mrs. Broom!” sighed the Tongs in his song,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“O is it because I’m so thin,</span><br /> +“And my legs are so long—Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“That you don’t care about me a pin?</span><br /> +“Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Ah! why don’t you heed my complaint?</span><br /> +“Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Because you are covered with paint?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“You are certainly wrong!”</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Mrs. Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“What nonsense you’re singing to-day!”</span><br /> +Said the Shovel, “I’ll certainly hit you a bang!”<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Broom, “And I’ll sweep you away!”</span><br /> +So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perceiving their anger with pain;</span><br /> +But they put on the kettle, and little by little<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They all became happy again.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">There’s an end of my song!</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i011.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="KANGAROO" id="KANGAROO"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i012.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i013.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<h2>THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">I.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">Said</span> the Duck to the Kangaroo,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Good gracious! how you hop!</span><br /> +Over the fields and the water too,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if you never would stop!</span><br /> +My life is a bore in this nasty pond,<br /> +And I long to go out in the world beyond!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wish I could hop like you!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i014.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i014_bottom.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">II.</td></tr> +<tr><td>“Please give me a ride on your back!”<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.</span><br /> +“I would sit quite still, and say nothing but ‘Quack,’<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The whole of the long day through!</span><br /> +And we’d go to the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,<br /> +Over the land, and over the sea;—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Please take me a ride! O do!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">III.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“This requires some little reflection;</span><br /> +Perhaps on the whole it might bring me luck,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there seems but one objection,</span><br /> +Which is, if you’ll let me speak so bold,<br /> +Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And would probably give me the roo-</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Matiz!” said the Kangaroo.</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/plate005_tmb.jpg" alt="" /><br /> +<a href="images/plate005.jpg"><small>Larger Image</small></a></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i015.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Said the Duck, “As I sat on the rocks,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have thought over that completely,</span><br /> +And I bought four pairs of worsted socks<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which fit my web-feet neatly.</span><br /> +And to keep out the cold I’ve bought a cloak,<br /> +And every day a cigar I’ll smoke,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All to follow my own dear true</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Love of a Kangaroo!”</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">V.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Said the Kangaroo, “I’m ready!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All in the moonlight pale;</span><br /> +But to balance me well, dear Duck, sit steady!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And quite at the end of my tail!”</span><br /> +So away they went with a hop and a bound,<br /> +And they hopped the whole world three times round;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And who so happy,—O who,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the Duck and the Kangaroo?</span></td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="CUMMERBUND" id="CUMMERBUND"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i016.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i017.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<h2>THE CUMMERBUND.</h2> +<p class="center"><big>AN INDIAN POEM.</big></p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">I.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">She</span> Sat Upon her Dobie,<small><a name="f1.1" id="f1.1" href="#f1">[1]</a></small><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To watch the Evening Star,</span><br /> +And all the Punkahs<small><a name="f2.1" id="f2.1" href="#f2">[2]</a></small> as they passed<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cried, “My! how fair you are!”</span><br /> +Around her bower, with quivering leaves,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tall Kamsamahs<small><a name="f3.1" id="f3.1" href="#f3">[3]</a></small> grew,</span><br /> +And Kitmutgars<small><a name="f4.1" id="f4.1" href="#f4">[4]</a></small> in wild festoons<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hung down from Tchokis<small><a name="f5.1" id="f5.1" href="#f5">[5]</a></small> blue.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">II.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Below her home the river rolled<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With soft meloobious sound,</span><br /> +Where golden-finned Chuprassies<small><a name="f6.1" id="f6.1" href="#f6">[6]</a></small> swam,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In myriads circling round.</span><br /> +Above, on tallest trees remote,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Green Ayahs perched alone,</span><br /> +And all night long the Mussak<small><a name="f7.1" id="f7.1" href="#f7">[7]</a></small> moaned<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its melancholy tone.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">III.</td></tr> +<tr><td>And where the purple Nullahs<small><a name="f8.1" id="f8.1" href="#f8">[8]</a></small> threw<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their branches far and wide,</span><br /> +And silvery Goreewallahs<small><a name="f9.1" id="f9.1" href="#f9">[9]</a></small> flew<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In silence, side by side,</span><br /> +The little Bheesties’<small><a name="f10.1" id="f10.1" href="#f10">[10]</a></small> twittering cry<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rose on the fragrant air,</span><br /> +And oft the angry Jampan<small><a name="f11.1" id="f11.1" href="#f11">[11]</a></small> howled<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Deep in his hateful lair.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td>She sat upon her Dobie,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She heard the Nimmak<small><a name="f12.1" id="f12.1" href="#f12">[12]</a></small> hum,—</span><br /> +When all at once a cry arose:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“The Cummerbund<small><a name="f13.1" id="f13.1" href="#f13">[13]</a></small> is come!”</span><br /> +In vain she fled;—with open jaws<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The angry monster followed,</span><br /> +And so (before assistance came),<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Lady Fair was swallowed.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">V.</td></tr> +<tr><td>They sought in vain for even a bone<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Respectfully to bury;</span><br /> +They said, “Hers was a dreadful fate!”<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(And Echo answered, “Very.”)</span><br /> +They nailed her Dobie to the wall,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where last her form was seen,</span><br /> +And underneath they wrote these words,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In yellow, blue, and green:—</span><br /> +“Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor sit out late at night,</span><br /> +Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And swallow you outright.”</span></td></tr></table> + +<p class="center"><br /><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—First published in the <i>Times of India</i>, Bombay, July, 1874.</p> + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="LUMINOUS_NOSE" id="LUMINOUS_NOSE"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i018.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<h2>THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">When</span> awful darkness and silence reign<br /> +Over the great Gromboolian plain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through the long, long wintry nights;—</span><br /> +When the angry breakers roar,<br /> +As they beat on the rocky shore;—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights</span><br /> +Of the Hills on the Chankly Bore:—</td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/plate006_tmb.jpg" alt="" /><br /> +<a href="images/plate006.jpg"><small>Larger Image</small></a></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td>Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,<br /> +There moves what seems a fiery spark,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A lonely spark with silvery rays</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Piercing the coal-black night,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A meteor strange and bright:—</span><br /> +Hither and thither the vision strays,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A single lurid light.</span><br /> +<br /> +Slowly it wanders,—pauses,—creeps,—<br /> +Anon it sparkles,—flashes and leaps;<br /> +And ever as onward it gleaming goes<br /> +A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.<br /> +And those who watch at that midnight hour<br /> +From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,<br /> +Cry, as the wild light passes along,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“The Dong!—the Dong!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“The wandering Dong through the forest goes!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“The Dong! the Dong!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“The Dong with a luminous Nose!”</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Long years ago</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The Dong was happy and gay,</span><br /> +Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who came to those shores one day.</span><br /> +For the Jumblies came in a Sieve, they did,—<br /> +Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Where the Oblong Oysters grow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the rocks are smooth and gray.</span><br /> +And all the woods and the valleys rang<br /> +With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“<i>Far and few, far and few,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>And they went to sea in a Sieve.</i>”</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i019.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td>Happily, happily passed those days!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">While the cheerful Jumblies staid;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They danced in circlets all night long,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">In moonlight, shine, or shade,</span><br /> +For day and night he was always there<br /> +By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,<br /> +With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.<br /> +<br /> +Till the morning came of that hateful day<br /> +When the Jumblies sailed in their Sieve away,<br /> +And the Dong was left on the cruel shore<br /> +Gazing—gazing for evermore,—<br /> +Ever keeping his weary eyes on<br /> +That pea-green sail on the far horizon,—<br /> +Singing the Jumbly Chorus still<br /> +As he sat all day on the grassy hill,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“<i>Far and few, far and few,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>And they went to sea in a Sieve.</i>”</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i020.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i021.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td>But when the sun was low in the West,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The Dong arose and said,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“What little sense I once possessed</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Has quite gone out of my head!”</span><br /> +And since that day he wanders still<br /> +By lake and forest, marsh and hill,<br /> +Singing—“O somewhere, in valley or plain<br /> +“Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!<br /> +“For ever I’ll seek by lake and shore<br /> +“Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!”<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And because by night he could not see,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">On the flowery plain that grows.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And he wove him a wondrous Nose,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!</span><br /> +Of vast proportions and painted red,<br /> +And tied with cords to the back of his head.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">—In a hollow rounded space it ended</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With a luminous lamp within suspended,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">All fenced about</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">With a bandage stout</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">To prevent the wind from blowing it out;—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And with holes all round to send the light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In gleaming rays on the dismal night.</span><br /> +<br /> +And now each night, and all night long,<br /> +Over those plains still roams the Dong!<br /> +And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe<br /> +You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,<br /> +While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,<br /> +To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;<br /> +Lonely and wild—all night he goes,—<br /> +The Dong with a luminous Nose!<br /> +And all who watch at the midnight hour,<br /> +From Hall or Terrace, or Lofty Tower,<br /> +Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,<br /> +Moving along through the dreary night,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“This is the hour when forth he goes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“The Dong with a luminous Nose!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“Yonder—over the plain he goes;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">“He goes;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">“He goes!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“The Dong with a luminous Nose!”</span></td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="VESTMENTS" id="VESTMENTS"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i022.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<h2>THE NEW VESTMENTS.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">There</span> lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,<br /> +Who invented a purely original dress;<br /> +And when it was perfectly made and complete,<br /> +He opened the door, and walked into the street.<br /> +<br /> +By way of a hat he’d a loaf of Brown Bread,<br /> +In the middle of which he inserted his head;—<br /> +His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,<br /> +The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;—<br /> +His Drawers were of Rabbit-skins;—so were his Shoes;—<br /> +His Stockings were skins,—but it is not known whose;—<br /> +His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;—<br /> +His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops;—<br /> +His Coat was all Pancakes, with Jam for a border,<br /> +And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;<br /> +And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,<br /> +A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.</td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i023.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td>He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,<br /> +Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;—<br /> +And from every long street and dark lane in the town<br /> +Beasts, Birdles, and Boys in a tumult rushed down.<br /> +Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage leaf Cloak;—<br /> +Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;—<br /> +Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,—<br /> +And the tails were devoured by an ancient He Goat;—<br /> +An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore <i>up</i> his<br /> +Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;—<br /> +And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,<br /> +Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.<br /> +He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,<br /> +For scores of fat Pigs came again and again;—<br /> +They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors,—<br /> +They tore off his Stockings, his Shoes, and his Drawers.<br /> +And now from the housetops with screechings descend,<br /> +Striped, spotted, white, black, and grey Cats without end;<br /> +They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his Hat,—<br /> +When Crows, Ducks and Hens made a mincemeat of that:—<br /> +They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,<br /> +And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;—<br /> +They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,—<br /> +Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.<br /> +<br /> +And he said to himself as he bolted the door,<br /> +“I will not wear a similar dress any more,<br /> +“Any more, any more, any more, never more!”</td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="CALICO_PIE" id="CALICO_PIE"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i024.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i025.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<h2>CALICO PIE.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">I.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">Calico</span> Pie,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Little Birds fly</span><br /> +Down to the calico tree,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their wings were blue,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they sang “Tilly-loo!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till away they flew,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And they never came back to me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">They never came back!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">They never came back!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They never came back to me!</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/plate007_tmb.jpg" alt="" /><br /> +<a href="images/plate007.jpg"><small>Larger Image</small></a></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">II.</td></tr> +<tr><td><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Calico Jam,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little Fish swam</span><br /> +Over the syllabub sea,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He took off his hat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the Sole and the Sprat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Willeby-wat,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But he never came back to me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He never came back!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He never came back!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He never came back to me!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">III.</td></tr> +<tr><td><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Calico Ban,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little Mice ran,</span><br /> +To be ready in time for tea,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flippity flup,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They drank it all up,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And danced in the cup,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But they never came back to me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">They never came back!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">They never came back!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They never came back to me!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Calico Drum,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Grasshoppers come,</span><br /> +The Butterfly, Beetle, and Bee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Over the ground,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Around and around,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a hop and a bound—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But they never came back!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">They never came back!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">They never came back!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They never came back to me!</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i026.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="YONGHY" id="YONGHY"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i027.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> + +<p class="center"><big>THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÒ.</big></p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/music_tmb.jpg" alt="" /><br /> +<a href="images/music.jpg"><small>Larger Image</small></a></div> + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<h2>THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÒ.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">I.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">On</span> the Coast of Coromandel,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the early pumpkins grow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the middle of the woods</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span><br /> +Two old chairs, and half a candle,—<br /> +One old jug without a handle,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">These were all his worldly goods:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the middle of the woods,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">These were all the worldly goods</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">II.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Once, among the Bong-trees walking<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the early pumpkins grow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To a little heap of stones</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span><br /> +There he heard a Lady talking,<br /> +To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“’Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“On that little heap of stones</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">III.</td></tr> +<tr><td>“Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Sitting where the pumpkins grow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Will you come and be my wife?”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span><br /> +“I am tired of living singly,—<br /> +“On this coast so wild and shingly,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“I’m a-weary of my life;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“If you’ll come and be my wife,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Quite serene would be my life!”—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td>“On this Coast of Coromandel,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Shrimps and watercresses grow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Prawns are plentiful and cheap.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,</span><br /> +“You shall have my chairs and candle,<br /> +“And my jug without a handle!—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Gaze upon the rolling deep</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">(“Fish is plentiful and cheap)—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“As the sea, my love is deep!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i028.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">V.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Lady Jingly answered sadly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her tears began to flow,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Your proposal comes too late,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!</span><br /> +“I would be your wife most gladly!”<br /> +(Here she twirled her fingers madly)<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“But in England I’ve a mate!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Yes! you’ve asked me far too late,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“For in England I’ve a mate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">VI.</td></tr> +<tr><td>“Mr. Jones—(his name is Handel,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Dorking fowls delights to send,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!</span><br /> +“Keep, oh I keep your chairs and candle,<br /> +“And your jug without a handle,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“I can merely be your friend!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“—Should my Jones more Dorkings send,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“I will give you three, my friend!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">VII.</td></tr> +<tr><td>“Though you’ve such a tiny body,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“And your head so large doth grow,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Though your hat may blow away,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!</span><br /> +“Though you’re such a Boddy Doddy—<br /> +“Yet I wish that I could modi-<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“fy the words I needs must say!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Will you please to go away?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“That is all I have to say—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!”</span></td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i029.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">VIII.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the early pumpkins grow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the calm and silent sea</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span><br /> +There beyond the Bay of Gurtle,<br /> +Lay a large and lively Turtle;—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“You’re the Cove,” he said, “for me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“On your back beyond the sea,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Turtle, you shall carry me!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">IX.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Through the silent-roaring ocean<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did the Turtle swiftly go;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Holding fast upon his shell</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,</span><br /> +With a sad primæval motion<br /> +Towards the sunset isles of Boshen<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Still the Turtle bore him well,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Holding fast upon his shell.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">X.</td></tr> +<tr><td>From the Coast of Coromandel<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did that Lady never go;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">On that heap of stones she mourns</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span><br /> +On that Coast of Coromandel,<br /> +In his jug without a handle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Still she weeps, and daily moans;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">On that little heap of stones</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To her Dorking Hens she moans</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.</span></td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><a name="INCIDENTS" id="INCIDENTS"></a> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i030.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<h2>INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY.</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">I.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="dropcap"><span class="caps">O My Aged Uncle Arly!</span><br /> +Sitting on a heap of Barley<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thro’ the silent hours of night,—</span><br /> +Close beside a leafy thicket:—<br /> +On his nose there was a Cricket,—<br /> +In his hat a Railway-Ticket<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">(But his shoes were far too tight).</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">II.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Long ago, in youth, he squander’d<br /> +All his goods away, and wander’d<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the Tiniskoop-hills afar.</span><br /> +There on golden sunsets blazing,<br /> +Every evening found him gazing,—<br /> +Singing,—“Orb! you’re quite amazing!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“How I wonder what you are!”</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i031.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">III.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Like the ancient Medes and Persians,<br /> +Always by his own exertions<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He subsisted on those hills;—</span><br /> +Whiles,—by teaching children spelling,—<br /> +Or at times by merely yelling,—<br /> +Or at intervals by selling<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“Propter’s Nicodemus Pills.”</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Later, in his morning rambles<br /> +He perceived the moving brambles—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Something square and white disclose;—</span><br /> +’Twas a First-class Railway-Ticket;<br /> +But, on stooping down to pick it<br /> +Off the ground,—a pea-green Cricket<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Settled on my uncle’s Nose.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">V.</td></tr> +<tr><td>Never—never more,—oh! never,<br /> +Did that Cricket leave him ever,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dawn or evening, day or night;—</span><br /> +Clinging as a constant treasure,—<br /> +Chirping with a cheerious measure,—<br /> +Wholly to my uncle’s pleasure<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">(Though his shoes were far too tight).</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/plate008_tmb.jpg" alt="" /><br /> +<a href="images/plate008.jpg"><small>Larger Image</small></a></div> +<p> </p><p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i032.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" summary="table"> +<tr><td align="center">VI.</td></tr> +<tr><td>So for three and forty winters,<br /> +Till his shoes were worn to splinters,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All those hills he wander’d o’er,—</span><br /> +Sometimes silent;—sometimes yelling;—<br /> +Till he came to Borley-Melling,<br /> +Near his old ancestral dwelling<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">(But his shoes were far too tight).</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">VII.</td></tr> +<tr><td>On a little heap of Barley<br /> +Died my agèd Uncle Arly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And they buried him one night;—</span><br /> +Close beside the leafy thicket;—<br /> +There,—his hat and Railway-Ticket;—<br /> +There,—his ever-faithful Cricket<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">(But his shoes were far too tight).</span></td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i033.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><strong>Footnotes:</strong></p> + +<p><a name="f1" id="f1" href="#f1.1">[1]</a> <i>Washerman.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f2" id="f2" href="#f2.1">[2]</a> <i>Fan.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f3" id="f3" href="#f3.1">[3]</a> <i>Butler.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f4" id="f4" href="#f4.1">[4]</a> <i>Waiter at table.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f5" id="f5" href="#f5.1">[5]</a> <i>Police or post station.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f6" id="f6" href="#f6.1">[6]</a> <i>Office messenger.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f7" id="f7" href="#f7.1">[7]</a> <i>Water skin.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f8" id="f8" href="#f8.1">[8]</a> <i>Watercourse.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f9" id="f9" href="#f9.1">[9]</a> <i>Groom.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f10" id="f10" href="#f10.1">[10]</a> <i>Water-carrier.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f11" id="f11" href="#f11.1">[11]</a> <i>Sedan Chair.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f12" id="f12" href="#f12.1">[12]</a> <i>Salt.</i></p> + +<p><a name="f13" id="f13" href="#f13.1">[13]</a> <i>Waist Sash.</i></p> + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><img src="images/i001_034.jpg" alt="" /></td><td><img src="images/i002_035.jpg" alt="" /></td></tr></table> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Jumblies and Other Nonsense Verses, by +Edward Lear + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE JUMBLIES AND OTHER *** + +***** This file should be named 34906-h.htm or 34906-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various 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