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It's a horror to think of。 And so； the villa for me； not the city！
Beggars can scarcely be choosers： but still … ah； the pity； the pity！
Look； two and two go the priests； then the monks with cowls and sandals；
And the penitents dressed in white skirts； a…holding the yellow candles；
One； he carries a flag up straight； and another a cross with handles；
And the Duke's guard brings up the rear； for the better prevention
of scandals。
Bang…whang…whang； goes the drum； tootle…te…tootle the fife。
Oh； a day in the city…square； there is no such pleasure in life！
Robert Browning ＇1812…1889＇
ALL SAINTS'
In a church which is furnished with mullion and gable；
With altar and reredos； with gargoyle and groin；
The penitents' dresses are sealskin and sable；
The odor of sanctity's eau…de…cologne。
But only could Lucifer； flying from Hades；
Gaze down on this crowd with its paniers and paints；
He would say； as he looked at the lords and the ladies；
〃Oh； where is All Sinners' if this is All Saints'？〃
Edmund Yates ＇1831…1894＇
AN ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID； OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS
My son； these maxims make a rule；
And lump them aye thegither：
The Rigid Righteous is a fool
The Rigid Wise anither：
The cleanest corn that e'er was dight
May hae some pyles o' caff in；
Sae ne'er a fellow…creature slight
For random fits o' daffin。
Solomon … Eccles。 vii。 16。
Oh ye wha are sae guid yoursel'；
Sae pious and sae holy；
Ye've naught to do but mark and tell
Your neebor's fauts and folly： …
Whase life is like a weel…gaun mill；
Supplied wi' store o' water；
The heaped happer's ebbing still；
And still the clap plays clatter。
Hear me； ye venerable core；
As counsel for poor mortals
That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door；
For glaikit Folly's portals！
I； for their thoughtless； careless sakes；
Would here propone defences；
Their donsie tricks； their black mistakes；
Their failings and mischances。
Ye see your state wi' theirs compared；
And shudder at the niffer；
But cast a moment's fair regard；
What maks the mighty differ？
Discount what scant occasion gave
That purity ye pride in；
And （what's aft mair than a' the lave）
Your better art o' hidin'。
Think； when your castigated pulse
Gies now and then a wallop；
What ragings must his veins convulse；
That still eternal gallop：
Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail；
Right on ye scud your sea…way； …
But in the teeth o' baith to sail；
It makes an unco lee…way。
See Social Life and Glee sit down；
All joyous and unthinking；
Till； quite transmugrified； they've grown
Debauchery and Drinking：
Oh； would they stay to calculate
The eternal consequences；
Or your more dreaded hell to state；
Damnation of expenses！
Ye high； exalted； virtuous dames；
Tied up in godly laces；
Before ye gie poor Frailty names；
Suppose a change o' cases；
A dear…loved lad； convenience snug；
A treacherous inclination； …
But； let me whisper i' your lug；
Ye're aiblins nae temptation。
Then gently scan your brother man；
Still gentler sister woman；
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang；
To step aside is human：
One point must still be greatly dark；
The moving why they do it；
And just as lamely can ye mark
How far perhaps they rue it。
Who made the heart； 'tis He alone
Decidedly can try us；
He knows each chord； … its various tone；
Each spring； … its various bias：
Then at the balance let's be mute；
We never can adjust it；
What's done we partly may compute；
But know not what's resisted。
Robert Burns ＇1759…1796＇
THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE； OR THE WONDERFUL 〃ONE…HOSS SHAY〃
A Logical Story
Have you heard of the wonderful one…hoss shay；
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day；
And then； of a sudden； it … ah； but stay；
I'll tell you what happened without delay；
Scaring the parson into fits；
Frightening people out of their wits； …
Have you ever heard of that； I say？
Seventeen hundred and fifty…five。
Georgius Secundus was then alive； …
Snuffy old drone from the German hive。
That was the year when Lisbon…town
Saw the earth open and gulp her down；
And Braddock's army was done so brown；
Left without a scalp to its crown。
It was on the terrible Earthquake…day
That the Deacon finished the one…hoss shay。
Now in building of chaises； I tell you what；
There is always somewhere a weakest spot； …
In hub； tire； felloe； in spring or thill；
In panel； or crossbar； or floor； or sill；
In screw； bolt； thoroughbrace； … lurking still；
Find it somewhere you must and will； …
Above or below； or within or without； …
And that's the reason； beyond a doubt；
That a chaise breaks down； but doesn't wear out。
But the Deacon swore （as Deacons do；
With an 〃I dew vum；〃 or an 〃I tell yeou；〃）
He would build one shay to beat the taown
'N' the keounty 'n' all the kentry raoun'；
It should be so built that it couldn' break daown：
〃Fur；〃 said the Deacon； 〃't's mighty plain
Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain；
'N' the way t' fix it； uz I maintain；
Is only jest
T' make that place uz strong uz the rest。〃
So the Deacon inquired of the village folk
Where he could find the strongest oak；
That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke； …
That was for spokes and floor and sills；
He sent for lancewood to make the thills；
The crossbars were ash； from the straightest trees；
The panels of white…wood； that cuts like cheese；
But lasts like iron for things like these；
The hubs of logs from the 〃Settler's ellum；〃 …
Last of its timber； … they couldn't sell 'em；
Never an axe had seen their chips；
And the wedges flew from between their lips；
Their blunt ends frizzled like celery…tips；
Step and prop…iron； bolt and screw；
Spring； tire； axle； and linchpin too；
Steel of the finest； bright and blue；
Thoroughbrace bison…skin； thick and wide；
Boot； top； dasher； from tough old hide
Found in the pit when the tanner died。
That was the way he 〃put her through。〃
There！ said the Deacon； 〃naow she'll dew！〃
Do！ I tell you； I rather guess
She was a wonder； and nothing less！
Colts grew horses； beards turned gray；
Deacon and deaconess dropped away；
Children and grandchildren … where were they？
But there stood the stout old one…hoss shay
As fresh as on Lisbon…earthquake…day！
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED； … it came and found
The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound。
Eighteen hundred increased by ten；
〃Hahnsum kerridge〃 they called it then。
Eighteen hundred and twenty came； …
Running as usual； much the same。
Thirty and Forty at last arrive；
And then come Fifty； and Fifty…Five。
Little of all we value here
Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year
Without both feeling and looking queer。
In fact； there's nothing that keeps its youth；
So far as I know； but a tree and truth。
（This is a moral that runs at large；
Take it。 … You're welcome。 … No extra charge。）
FIRST OF November； … the Earthquake…day； …
There are traces of age in the one…hoss shay。
A general flavor of mild decay；
But nothing local； as one may say。
There couldn't be； … for the Deacon's art
Had made it so like in every part
That there wasn't a chance for one to start。
For the wheels were just as strong as the thills；
And the floor was just as strong as the sills；
And the panels just as strong as the floor；
And the whipple…tree neither less nor more；
And the back…crossbar as strong as the fore；
And spring and axle and hub encore。
And yet； as a whole； it is past a doubt
In another hour it will be worn out！
First of November； Fifty…five！
This morning the parson takes a drive。
Now； small boys； get out of the way！
Here comes the wonderful one…hoss shay；
Drawn by a rat…railed； ewe…necked bay。
〃Huddup！〃 said the parson。 … Off went they。
The parson was working his Sunday's text；…
Had got to fifthly； and stopped perplexed
At what the … Moses … was coming next。
All at once the horse stood still；
Close by the meet'n'…house on the hill。
First a shiver； and then a thrill；
Then something decidedly like a spill； …
And the parson was sitting upon a rock；
At half past nine by the meet'n'…house clock； …
Just the hour of the Earthquake shock！
What do you think the parson found；
When he got up and stared around？
The poor old chaise in a heap or mound；
As if it had been to the mill and ground！
You see； of course； if you're not a dunce；
How it went to pieces all at once； …
All at once； and nothing first； …
Just as bubbles do when they burst。
End of the wonderful one…hoss shay。
Logic is logic。 That's all I say。
Oliver Wendell Holmes ＇1809…1894＇
BALLADE OF A FRIAR
After Clement Marot
Some ten or twenty times a day；
To bustle to the town with speed；
To dabble in what dirt he may； …
Le Frere Lubin's the man you need！
But any sober life to lead
Upon an exemplary plan；
Requires a Christian indeed； …
Le Frere Lubin is not the man！
Another's wealth on his to lay；
With all the craft of guile and greed；
To leave you bare of pence or pay； …
Le Frere Lubin's the man you need！
But watch him with the closest heed；
And dun him with what force you can； …
He'll not refund； howe'er you plead； …
Le Frere Lubin is not the man …
An honest girl to lead astray；
With subtle saw and promised meed；
Requires no cunning crone and gray； …
Le Frere Lubin's the man you need！
He preaches an ascetic creed；
But； … try him with the water can …
A dog will drink； whate'er his breed； …
Le Frere Lubin is not the man！
ENVOY
In good to fail； in ill succeed；
Le Frere Lubin's the man you need！
In honest works to lead the van；
Le Frere Lubin is not the man！
Andrew Lang ＇1844…1912＇
THE CHAMELEON
Oft has it been my lot to mark
A proud； conceited； talking spark；
