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And mark, with many a jovial shout,
The other at them in despair,
A British life beneath its care ?
Boys read, to all men meet applies,)
' In manner—when they take a rise !**
Now Chang and Ching had all the while
Been two among the motley meeting,
With juggling tricks the crowd was cheating ;
Asperius nihil est humili cum surgit in altum.”---Claudian.
Gravely perceived that must be grand,
Of course these different ways of viewing
eye With different gaze, the seer pursuing
His “ perilous career on high."
Shouting, “ Ah, look! how near a toss over ;" Grave Chang, his arms around him wrapping,
Groaned, “ What a state for a philosopher!" Ching thought it was delightful sport,
Thinking not of the man's longevity; Grave Chang made maxims on the short
Sighted, and vulgar lust of levity!
And now the crowd's career at last, (Just as by Fiam's door it past,) Came all abruptly to an end !
For one of Hodges' two upbearers Had an enchanting female friend,
(A chambermaid to Mrs. Fiam,)
And she, of course, was of the starers, Who with stretched neck, and merry grin Looked out, and saw the palanquin,
As now 'twas bouncing by 'em.
Who doth not know what mischiefs rise
Glimpse of reason had enlightened,
Would leave him now less hurt, than frightened, --The two their sinews strained, and sent
Their load, with such a heave, on high,
Upon a mission to the sky.
* I think this couplet I must alter,
It smacks too strongly of Sir Walter !
Ev'n so, (while fearing to be crushed
Each idler from beneath him dodges ;) Swift, heavy-like an avalanche-rush'd
To earth the astonish'd form of Hodges He lay so flat, he lay so still, He seem'd beyond all farther ill. They pinched his side, they shook his head, And then they cried, “ The man is dead !" On this, each felt no pleasing chill ;
For e'en among the Bancokeians, A gentleman for fun to kill,
Is mostly punish’d—in plebeians. They stare-look serious-mutter-coughAnd then, without delay, sneak off; Nor at a house for succour knock't, or Thought once of sending for the doctor.
Fair Nature, in the young, thy beauty
In every clime is seen the best!
Is impulse in the youthful breast.
Differing in powers, and predilections, Still, nor in stinted measure, share
Man's loveliest attribute, affectionsRemain behind the vanished crowd Kneeling, and o’er the sufferer bowed.
It was a pleasing sight to view,
The same divine expression heighten The likeness of the linked two,
And o’er their dusky features brighten ; Until you saw what nameless graces Breathe into love the rudest faces; When to the outward canvass start The living colours of the heart.
Meanwhile, outflock, in mix'd confusion,
All Fiam's household to the stranger; And with the help of Chang, and Ching, Beneath their roof the saint they bring.
A surgeon call’d—they find the danger Is less than they conceived—a groan, At least announces life not flown; They clear the blood that darkly oozes Out from the skull and their conclusion Is, that a very sad contusion, A broken leg—a score of bruises, Make of the damages they note allThe items of the pleasing total, Far from enough to cure, I'm doubting So great a patriot of mob-spouting..
Here for the present, to the care