48 MONSIEUR KANIFERSTANE. "Oh! oh" reply'd the marquis, "does it so? But, then, the size and grandeur of the plan! While he thus spoke, the sailors anchor cast, Of gold and silver, pearls and jewels rare; "Monsieur, pray tell me who's that lovely dame?" The civil Dutchman bow'd to him again, And gently answer'd, " Ik kan niet verstaan." "What! Monsieur Kaniferstane's wife!" the mar- "He who has got yon gay and sumptuous house! As on the morrow, through the streets he pass'd, On a large open hall his sight he cast, Where bustling crowds were going in and out. Joining the throng, he entrance soon obtain'd, And found the people much engaged to see The numbers which the blanks and prizes gain'd In their high mightinesses' lottery. Some laugh'd, some wept, some groan'd, and some exclaim'd, In all the spirit of true castle-builders, When, on a sudden, a loud voice proclaim'd The sov'reign prize of twenty thousand guilders! THE TOPER AND THE FLIES. 49 "And who," the marquis cry'd, to one close by, "Who has the luck this mighty prize to gain?" The man survey'd him with a doubtful eye, And slowly answer'd, " Ik kan niet verstaan." "What! Monsieur Kaniferstane got the prize!" The marquis cry'd, "he's lucky on my life; He who has got a house of such a size, And such a garden, too, and such a wife! Diable! you may very well be vain, With all these treasures, Monsieur Kaniferstane!" A week or two elaps'd when, as he stray'd, "Pray, Monsieur, whose grand burial may this be?" The baker, as he turn'd to shop again, Reply'd most gravely, " Ik kan niet verstaan. "Mon Dieu!" exclaim'd the marquis," what pity! And such a wife! and such a glorious prize! A THE TOPER AND THE FLIES. (PINDAR.) GROUP of topers at a table sat, With punch, that much regales the thirsty soul: Flies soon the party join'd, and join'd the chat, Humming, and pitching, round the mantling bowl. F 50 THE PETTIFOGGER. At length those flies got drunk; and for their sin, Wanting to drink-one of the men. Dipp'd from the bowl the drunken host, And drank-then, taking care that none were lost, He put in ev'ry mother's son agen. Up jump'd the Bacchanalian crew, on this, "Lord! (cry'd the man, with gravely-lifted eyes) "Though I don't like to swallow flies, "I did not know but others might.” THE PETTIFOGGER, OR FEE SIMPLE, Esa. (FRENEAU.) IN a town I could mention, a lawyer resided As cunning as Satan, and fond of disputes; Of little importance, nay, paltry and mean, With pleasure he saw that the quarrels increased, While he got his dear FER, the one pound ten. A parchment, Caveto, hung up in his hall, Which cautioned the reader to read and attend, That for one pound ten, he would quibble and brawl, Twist, lie, and do all things a cause to defend. Sometimes when the limits of lots were disputed, He would put all to rights in the turn of a straw; From the tenth of an inch he his pocket recruited, Til! he made the two parties curse lawyer and law. Thus matters went on, and the lawyer grown rich, Fed high, and swilled wine till the dropsy began To bloat up his guts to so monstrous a pitch,. You would hardly have known him to be the same man. At last he departed, and when he had died, PATIENCE. 'TWAS at some country place, a parson preaching, The virtue of long sufferance was teaching: And so pathetically did exhort His list'ning congregation; and in short Discours'd so much of Job, and how he bore With such exceeding pleasantry his woes, Faith 'twas enough to make a man suppose Job wis'd for more. Meaning, perhaps, that since 'tis plain, Pursu'd a different plan, And were to laugh and treat the matter lightly; To make wry faces, roar and shout, But look agreeable and sprightly. 50 THE PETTIFOGGER. At length those flies got drunk; and for their sin, Wanting to drink-one of the men Dipp'd from the bowl the drunken host, And drank-then, taking care that none were lost, He put in ev'ry mother's son agen. Up jump'd the Bacchanalian crew, on this, Swearing, and in the attitude to smite : "I did not know but others might.” THE PETTIFOGGER, OR FEE SIMPLE, Esq. (FRENEAU.) IN a town I could mention, a lawyer resided As cunning as Satan, and fond of disputes; Of little importance, nay, paltry and mean, With pleasure he saw that the quarrels increased, While he got his dear FEE, the one pound ten. A parchment, Caveto, hung up in his hall, Which cautioned the reader to read and attend. |