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(Friends performed an orgie).
Much they prized him,

And baptized him
By the name of GEORGIE,

GEORGIE grew up;
Then he flew up

To his fairy mother.
Happy meeting -

Pleasant greeting -
Kissing one another.

"Choose a calling
Most enthralling,

I sincerely urge ye."
"Mother," said he

(Rev'rence made he),
"I would join the clergy.

"Give permission
In addition -

Pa will let me do it:
There's a living

In his giving -
He'll appoint me to it.

Dreams of coff'ring,
Easter off'ring,

Tithe and rent and pew-rate,
So inflame me

(Do not blame me),
That I'll be a curate."

She, with pleasure,
Said, "My treasure,

'T is my wish precisely.
Do your duty,

There's a beauty;
You have chosen wisely.

Tell your father
I would rather

As a churchman rank you.
You, in clover,

I'll watch over."
GEORGIE said, "Oh, thank you!"

GEORGIE scudded,
Went and studied,

Made all preparations,
And with credit

(Though he said it)
Passed examinations.

(Do not quarrel
With him, moral,

Scrupulous digestions -
'Twas his mother,

And no other,
Answered all the questions.)

Time proceeded;
Little needed

GEORGIE admonition:
He, elated,

Vindicated
Clergyman's position.

People round him
Always found him

Plain and unpretending;
Kindly teaching,

Plainly preaching,
All his money lending.

So the fairy,
Wise and wary,

Felt no sorrow rising -
No occasion

For persuasion,
Warning, or advising.

He, resuming
Fairy pluming

(That's not English, is it?)
Oft would fly up,

To the sky up,
Pay mamma a visit.

* * * * * * * *
Time progressing,

GEORGIE'S blessing
Grew more Ritualistic -

Popish scandals,
Tonsures - sandals -

Genuflections mystic;
Gushing meetings -

Bosom-beatings -
Heavenly ecstatics -

Broidered spencers -
Copes and censers -

Rochets and dalmatics.
This quandary

Vexed the fairy -
Flew she down to Ealing.

"GEORGIE, stop it!
Pray you, drop it;

Hark to my appealing:
To this foolish

Papal rule-ish
Twaddle put an ending;

This a swerve is
From our Service

Plain and unpretending."
He, replying,

Answered, sighing,
Hawing, hemming, humming,

"It's a pity -
They're so pritty;

Yet in mode becoming,
Mother tender,

I'll surrender -
I'll be unaffected - "

But his Bishop
Into HIS shop

Entered unexpected!
"Who is this, sir, -

Ballet miss, sir?"
Said the Bishop coldly.

"'T is my mother,
And no other,"

GEORGIE answered boldly.
"Go along, sir!

You are wrong, sir;
You have years in plenty,

While this hussy
(Gracious mussy!)

Isn't two and twenty!"
(Fairies clever

Never, never
Grow in visage older;

And the fairy,
All unwary,

Leant upon his shoulder!)
Bishop grieved him,

Disbelieved him;
GEORGE the point grew warm on;

Changed religion,
Like a pigeon, (14)

And became a Mormon!
Ballad: THE WAY OF WOOING.

A MAIDEN sat at her window wide,
Pretty enough for a Prince's bride,

Yet nobody came to claim her.
She sat like a beautiful picture there,

With pretty bluebells and roses fair,
And jasmine-leaves to frame her.

And why she sat there nobody knows;
But this she sang as she plucked a rose,

The leaves around her strewing:
"I've time to lose and power to choose;

'T is not so much the gallant who woos,
But the gallant's WAY of wooing!"

A lover came riding by awhile,
A wealthy lover was he, whose smile

Some maids would value greatly -
A formal lover, who bowed and bent,

With many a high-flown compliment,
And cold demeanour stately,

"You've still," said she to her suitor stern,
"The 'prentice-work of your craft to learn,

If thus you come a-cooing.
I've time to lose and power to choose;

'T is not so much the gallant who woos,
As the gallant's WAY of wooing!"

A second lover came ambling by -
A timid lad with a frightened eye

And a colour mantling highly.
He muttered the errand on which he'd come,

Then only chuckled and bit his thumb,
And simpered, simpered shyly.

"No," said the maiden, "go your way;
You dare but think what a man would say,

Yet dare to come a-suing!
I've time to lose and power to choose;

'T is not so much the gallant who woos,
As the gallant's WAY of wooing!"

A third rode up at a startling pace -
A suitor poor, with a homely face -

No doubts appeared to bind him.
He kissed her lips and he pressed her waist,

And off he rode with the maiden, placed
On a pillion safe behind him.

And she heard the suitor bold confide
This golden hint to the priest who tied

The knot there's no undoing;
With pretty young maidens who can choose,

'T is not so much the gallant who woos,
As the gallant's WAY of wooing!"

Ballad: HONGREE AND MAHRY. A RECOLLECTION OF A SURREY MELODRAMA.
THE sun was setting in its wonted west,

When HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,
Met MAHRY DAUBIGNY, the Village Rose,

Under the Wizard's Oak - old trysting-place
Of those who loved in rosy Aquitaine.

They thought themselves unwatched, but they were not;
For HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,

Found in LIEUTENANT-COLONEL JOOLES DUBOSC
A rival, envious and unscrupulous,

Who thought it not foul scorn to dodge his steps,
And listen, unperceived, to all that passed

Between the simple little Village Rose
And HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores.

A clumsy barrack-bully was DUBOSC,


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