Said to their Queen one sultry day,
"Please your Majesty's high position,
The hive is full and the weather is warm,
We rather think, with a due submission,
The time has come when we ought to swarm."
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Up spake their Queen and thus spake she--
"This is a matter that rests with me,
Who dares opinions thus to form?
_I'll_ tell you when it is time to swarm!"
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Her Majesty wore an angry frown,
In fact, her Majesty's foot was down--
Her Majesty sulked--declined to sup--
In short, her Majesty's back was up.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Her foot was down and her back was up!
That hive contained one obstinate bee
(His name was Peter), and thus spake he--
"Though every bee has shown white feather,
To bow to tyranny I'm not prone--
Why should a hive swarm all together?
Surely a bee can swarm alone?"
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Upside down and inside out,
Backwards, forwards, round about,
Twirling here and twisting there,
Topsy-turvily everywhere--
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Pitiful sight it was to see
Respectable elderly high-class bee,
Who kicked the beam at sixteen stone,
Trying his best to swarm alone!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Trying his best to swarm alone!
The hive were shocked to see their chum
(A strict teetotaller) teetotum--
The Queen exclaimed, "How terrible, very!
It's perfectly clear to all the throng
Peter's been at the old brown sherry.
Old brown sherry is much too strong--
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Of all who thus themselves degrade,
A stern example must be made,
To Coventry go, you tipsy bee!"
So off to Coventry town went he.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
There, classed with all who misbehave,
Both plausible rogue and noisome knave.
In dismal dumps he lived to own
The folly of trying to swarm alone!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
All came of trying to swarm alone.
[Illustration]
TO THE TERRESTRIAL GLOBE
BY A MISERABLE WRETCH
Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of Space
Roll on!
What though I'm in a sorry case?
What though I cannot meet my bills?
What though I suffer toothache's ills?
What though I swallow countless pills?
Never _you_ mind!
Roll on!
Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through seas of inky air
Roll on!
It's true I have no shirts to wear;
It's true my butcher's bill is due;
It's true my prospects all look blue--
But don't let that unsettle you:
Never _you_ mind!
Roll on!
[_It rolls on._]
[Illustration]
ETIQUETTE[12]
The _Ballyshannon_ foundered off the coast of Cariboo,
And down in fathoms many went the captain and the crew;
Down went the owners--greedy men whom hope of gain allured:
Oh, dry the starting tear, for they were heavily insured.
Besides the captain and the mate, the owners and the crew,
The passengers were also drowned excepting only two:
Young PETER GRAY, who tasted teas for BAKER, CROOP, AND CO.,
And SOMERS, who from Eastern shores imported indigo.
[Footnote 12: Reprinted from the _Graphic_, by permission of the
proprietors.]
These passengers, by reason of their clinging to a mast,
Upon a desert island were eventually cast.
They hunted for their meals, as ALEXANDER SELKIRK used,
But they couldn't chat together--they had not been introduced.
For PETER GRAY, and SOMERS too, though certainly in trade,
Were properly particular about the friends they made;
And somehow thus they settled it without a word of mouth--
That GRAY should take the northern half, while SOMERS took the
south.
On PETER'S portion oysters grew--a delicacy rare,
But oysters were a delicacy PETER couldn't bear.
On SOMERS' side was turtle, on the shingle lying thick,
Which SOMERS couldn't eat, because it always made him sick.
GRAY gnashed his teeth with envy as he saw a mighty store
Of turtle unmolested on his fellow-creature's shore:
The oysters at his feet aside impatiently he shoved,
For turtle and his mother were the only things he loved.
And SOMERS sighed in sorrow as he settled in the south,
For the thought of PETER'S oysters brought the water to his mouth.
He longed to lay him down upon the shelly bed, and stuff:
He had often eaten oysters, but had never had enough.
How they wished an introduction to each other they had had
When on board the _Ballyshannon_! And it drove them nearly mad
To think how very friendly with each other they might get,
If it wasn't for the arbitrary rule of etiquette!
One day, when out a-hunting for the _mus ridiculus_,
GRAY overheard his fellow-man soliloquising thus:
"I wonder how the playmates of my youth are getting on,
M'CONNELL, S. B. WALTERS, PADDY BYLES, and ROBINSON?"
[Illustration]
These simple words made PETER as delighted as could be,
Old chummies at the Charterhouse were ROBINSON and he!
He walked straight up to SOMERS, then he turned extremely red,
Hesitated, hummed and hawed a bit, then cleared his throat, and
said:
"I beg your pardon--pray forgive me if I seem too bold,
But you have breathed a name I knew familiarly of old.
You spoke aloud of ROBINSON--I happened to be by--
You know him?" "Yes, extremely well." "Allow me--so do I!"
It was enough: they felt they could more sociably get on,
For (ah, the magic of the fact!) they each knew ROBINSON!
And MR. SOMERS' turtle was at PETER'S service quite,
And MR. SOMERS punished PETER'S oyster-beds all night.
They soon became like brothers from community of wrongs:
They wrote each other little odes and sang each other songs;
They told each other anecdotes disparaging their wives;
On several occasions, too, they saved each other's lives.
They felt quite melancholy when they parted for the night,
And got up in the morning soon as ever it was light;
Each other's pleasant company they reckoned so upon,
And all because it happened that they both knew ROBINSON!
They lived for many years on that inhospitable shore,
And day by day they learned to love each other more and more.
At last, to their astonishment, on getting up one day,
They saw a vessel anchored in the offing of the bay!
To PETER an idea occurred. "Suppose we cross the main?
So good an opportunity may not occur again."
And SOMERS thought a minute, then ejaculated, "Done!
I wonder how my business in the City's getting on?"
"But stay," said MR. PETER: "when in England, as you know,
I earned a living tasting teas for BAKER, CROOP, AND CO.,
I may be superseded--my employers think me dead!"
"Then come with me," said SOMERS, "and taste indigo instead."
But all their plans were scattered in a moment when they found
The vessel was a convict ship from Portland, outward bound!
When a boat came off to fetch them, though they felt it very kind,
To go on board they firmly but respectfully declined.
[Illustration]
As both the happy settlers roared with laughter at the joke,
They recognised an unattractive fellow pulling stroke:
'Twas ROBINSON--a convict, in an unbecoming frock!
Condemned to seven years for misappropriating stock!!!
They laughed no more, for SOMERS thought he had been rather rash
In knowing one whose friend had misappropriated cash;
And PETER thought a foolish tack he must have gone upon
In making the acquaintance of a friend of ROBINSON.
At first they didn't quarrel very openly, I've heard;
They nodded when they met, and now and then exchanged a word:
The word grew rare, and rarer still the nodding of the head,
And when they meet each other now, they cut each other dead.
To allocate the island they agreed by word of mouth,
And PETER takes the north again, and SOMERS takes the south;
And PETER has the oysters, which he loathes with horror grim,
And SOMERS has the turtle--turtle disagrees with him.
[Illustration]
THE DISCONCERTED TENOR
A tenor, all singers above
(This doesn't admit of a question),
Should keep himself quiet,
Attend to his diet,
And carefully nurse his digestion.
But when he is madly in love,
It's certain to tell on his singing--
You can't do chromatics
With proper emphatics
When anguish your bosom is wringing!
When distracted with worries in plenty,
And his pulse is a hundred and twenty,
And his fluttering bosom the slave of mistrust is,
A tenor can't do himself justice.
Now observe--(_sings a high note_)--
You see, I can't do myself justice!
I could sing, if my fervour were mock,
It's easy enough if you're acting;
But when one's emotion
Is born of devotion,
You mustn't be over-exacting.
One ought to be firm as a rock
To venture a shake in _vibrato_;
When fervour's expected,
Keep cool and collected,
Or never attempt _agitato_.
But, of course, when his tongue is of leather.
And his lips appear pasted together,
And his sensitive palate as dry as a crust is,
A tenor can't do himself justice.
Now observe--(_sings a cadence_)--
It's no use--I can't do myself justice!
[Illustration]
BEN ALLAH ACHMET;
OR, THE FATAL TUM
I once did know a Turkish man
Whom I upon a two-pair-back met,
His name it was EFFENDI KHAN
BACKSHEESH PASHA BEN ALLAH ACHMET.
A DOCTOR BROWN I also knew--
I've often eaten of his bounty;
The Turk and he they lived at Hooe,
In Sussex, that delightful county!
I knew a nice young lady there,
Her name was EMILY MACPHERSON,
And though she wore another's hair,
She was an interesting person.
The Turk adored the maid of Hooe
(Although his harem would have shocked her).
But BROWN adored that maiden too:
He was a most seductive doctor.
They'd follow her where'er she'd go--
A course of action most improper;
She neither knew by sight, and so
For neither of them cared a copper.
BROWN did not know that Turkish male,
He might have been his sainted mother:
The people in this simple tale
Are total strangers to each other.
One day that Turk he sickened sore,
And suffered agonies oppressive;
He threw himself upon the floor
And rolled about in pain excessive.
It made him moan, it made him groan,
And almost wore him to a mummy.
Why should I hesitate to own
That pain was in his little tummy?
At length a doctor came, and rung
(As ALLAH ACHMET had desired),
Who felt his pulse, looked up his tongue,
And hemmed and hawed, and then inquired:
"Where is the pain that long has preyed
Upon you in so sad a way, sir?"
The Turk he giggled, blushed, and said:
"I don't exactly like to say, sir."
"Come, nonsense!" said good DOCTOR BROWN.
"So this is Turkish coyness, is it?
You must contrive to fight it down--
Come, come, sir, please to be explicit."
The Turk he shyly bit his thumb,
And coyly blushed like one half-witted,
"The pain is in my little tum,"
He, whispering, at length admitted.
"Then take you this, and take you that--
Your blood flows sluggish in its channel--
You must get rid of all this fat,
And wear my medicated flannel.
"You'll send for me when you're in need--
My name is BROWN--your life I've saved it.
"My rival!" shrieked the invalid,
And drew a mighty sword and waved it:
"This to thy weazand, Christian pest!"
Aloud the Turk in frenzy yelled it,
And drove right through the doctor's chest
The sabre and the hand that held it.
[Illustration]
The blow was a decisive one,
And DOCTOR BROWN grew deadly pasty,
"Now see the mischief that you've done--
You Turks are so extremely hasty.
"There are two DOCTOR BROWNS in Hooe--
_He's_ short and stout, _I'm_ tall and wizen;
You've been and run the wrong one through,
That's how the error has arisen."
The accident was thus explained,
Apologies were only heard now:
"At my mistake I'm really pained--
I am, indeed--upon my word now.
"With me, sir, you shall be interred,
A mausoleum grand awaits me."
"Oh, pray don't say another word,
I'm sure that more than compensates me.
"But p'r'aps, kind Turk, you're full inside?"
"There's room," said he, "for any number,"
And so they laid them down and died.
In proud Stamboul they sleep their slumber.
[Illustration]
THE PLAYED-OUT HUMORIST
Quixotic is his enterprise, and hopeless his adventure is,
Who seeks for jocularities that haven't yet been said.
The world has joked incessantly for over fifty centuries,
And every joke that's possible has long ago been made.
I started as a humorist with lots of mental fizziness,
But humour is a drug which it's the fashion to abuse;
For my stock-in-trade, my fixtures, and the goodwill of the business
No reasonable offer I am likely to refuse.
And if anybody choose
He may circulate the news
That no reasonable offer I'm likely to refuse.
Oh happy was that humorist--the first that made a pun at all--
Who when a joke occurred to him, however poor and mean,
Was absolutely certain that it never had been done at all--
How popular at dinners must that humorist have been!
Oh the days when some stepfather for the query held a handle out,
The door-mat from the scraper, is it distant very far?
And when no one knew where Moses was when Aaron blew the candle out,
And no one had discovered that a door could be a-jar!
But your modern hearers are
In their tastes particular,
And they sneer if you inform them that a door can be a-jar!
In search of quip and quiddity, I've sat all day, alone, apart--
And all that I could hit on as a problem was--to find
Analogy between a scrag of mutton and a Bony-part,
Which offers slight employment to the speculative mind:
For you cannot call it very good, however great your charity--
It's not the sort of humour that is greeted with a shout--
And I've come to the conclusion that my mine of jocularity.
In present Anno Domini, is worked completely out!
Though the notion you may scout,
I can prove beyond a doubt
That my mine of jocularity is utterly worked out!
[Illustration]
INDEX TO FIRST LINES
PAGE
A Bishop once--I will not name his see, 484
A British tar is a soaring soul, 204
A clergyman in Berkshire dwelt, 309
A gentleman of City fame, 138
A hive of bees, as I've heard say, 536
A lady fair, of lineage high, 123
A leafy cot, where no dry rot, 294
Although of native maids the cream, 482
A magnet hung in a hardware shop, 153
A maiden sat at her window wide, 454
A man who would woo a fair maid, 209
A monarch is pestered with cares, 526
A more humane Mikado never, 388
An actor--GIBBS, of Drury Lane, 391
An actor sits in doubtful gloom, 508
An elderly person--a prophet by trade, 114
An excellent soldier who's worthy the name, 399
A proud Pasha was BAILEY BEN, 242
A rich advowson, highly prized, 356
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found, 99
At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper, 58
A tar, but poorly prized, 528
A tenor, all singers above, 547
A Troubadour he played, 51
At the outset I may mention it's my sovereign intention, 515
A wonderful joy our eyes to bless, 499
Babette she was a fisher gal, 76
Bedecked in fashion trim, 471
Bob Polter was a navvy, and, 176
Bold-faced ranger, 512
Braid the raven hair, 113
Brightly dawns our wedding day, 81
Come, collar this bad man, 440
Come mighty Must!, 367
Come with me, little maid!, 24
Comes a train of little ladies, 254
Comes the broken flower, 329
Dalilah de Dardy adored, 64
Dr. Belville was regarded as the CRICHTON of his age, 146
Earl Joyce he was a kind old party, 229
Emily Jane was a nursery maid, 405
Fear no unlicensed entry, 431
First you're born--and I'll be bound you, 487
From east and south the holy clan, 108
Gentle, modest, little flower, 122
Good children, list, if you're inclined, 221
Haunted? Ay, in a social way, 39
He is an Englishman!, 13
He loves! If in the bygone years, 453
I am the very pattern of a modern Major-Gineral, 42
I cannot tell what this love may be, 169
If my action's stiff and crude, 480
If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am, 16
If you're anxious to shine in the high æsthetic line, as a man of
culture rare, 271
If you want a receipt for that popular mystery, 49
I go away, this blessed day, 348
I have a song to sing, O! 182
I knew a boor--a clownish card, 87
I know a youth who loves a little maid, 361
I love a man who'll smile and joke, 383
I'm old, my dears, and shrivelled with age, and work, and grief, 214
In all the towns and cities fair, 131
In enterprise of martial kind, 262
I often wonder whether you, 376
I once did know a Turkish man, 549
I shipped, d'ye see, in a Revenue sloop, 6
I sing a legend of the sea, 273
Is life a boon? 38
I stole the Prince, and I brought him here, 26
It's my opinion--though I own, 473
It was a Bishop bold, 44
It was a robber's daughter, and her name was ALICE BROWN, 205
I've often thought that headstrong youths, 164
I've painted SHAKESPEARE all my life, 287
I've wisdom from the East and from the West, 299
John courted lovely MARY ANN, 28
King Borria Bungalee Boo, 155
Letters, letters, letters, letters! 501
List while the poet trolls, 8
Lord B. was a nobleman bold, 475
Macphairson Clonglocketty Angus M'Clan, 185
Mr. Blake was a regular out-and-out hardened sinner, 256
My boy, you may take it from me, 458
My wedded life, 534
No nobler captain ever trod, 492
Now, Jurymen, hear my advice, 411
Now, Marco, dear, 345
O'er unreclaimed suburban clays, 148
Of all the good attorneys who, 125
Of all the ships upon the blue, 1
Of all the youths I ever saw, 94
Oh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon, 161
Oh, big was the bosom of brave ALUM BEY, 317
Oh, foolish fay, 32
Oh, gentlemen, listen, I pray, 136
Oh! is there not one maiden breast, 143
Oh! listen to the tale of little ANNIE PROTHEROE, 280
Oh, listen to the tale of MISTER WILLIAM, if you please, 235
Oh, list to this incredible tale, 171
Oh! little maid!--(I do not know your name), 82
Oh! my name is JOHN WELLINGTON WELLS, 211
Oh, that my soul its gods could see, 71
Oh, what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes! 523
Old PETER led a wretched life, 413
On all Arcadia's sunny plain, 433
On a tree by a river a little tomtit, 354
Once a fairy, 446
Only a dancing girl, 14
Perhaps already you may know, 426
Policeman Peter Forth I drag, 193
Prithee, pretty maiden--prithee, tell me true, 397
Quixotic is his enterprise, and hopeless his adventure is 553
Rising early in the morning, 119
Roll on, thou ball, roll on! 539
Sad is that woman's lot who, year by year, 22
Sighing softly to the river, 219
Sir Guy was a doughty crusader, 34
Small titles and orders, 84
Society has quite forsaken all her wicked courses, 497
Some seven men form an Association, 490
Some time ago, in simple verse, 338
Sorry her lot who loves too well, 286
Spurn not the nobly born, 307
Strike the concertina's melancholy string, 518
Take a pair of sparkling eyes, 175
The air is charged with amatory numbers, 92
The _Ballyshannon_ foundered off the coast of Cariboo, 541
The bravest names for fire and flames, 18
The earth has armies plenty, 248
The law is the true embodiment, 191
The other night, from cares exempt, 368
There grew a little flower, 418
There lived a King, as I've been told, 424
The REVEREND MICAH SOWLS, 467
There were three niggers of Chickeraboo, 200
The story of FREDERICK GOWLER, 301
The sun was setting in its wonted west, 460
The Sun, whose rays, 56
They intend to send a wire, 106
This is SIR BARNABY BAMPTON BOO, 324
To a garden full of posies, 130
Try we life-long, we can never, 466
'Twas on the shores that round our coast, 101
Two better friends you wouldn't pass, 363
Vast, empty shell! 144
Weary at heart and extremely ill, 265
Were I a king in very truth, 504
Were I thy bride, 374
What time the poet hath hymned, 445
When a felon's not engaged in his employment, 63
When all night long a chap remains, 292
When a merry maiden marries, 198
When Britain really ruled the waves, 74
Whene'er I poke sarcastic joke, 69
When first my old, old love I knew, 439
When I first put this uniform on, 322
When I, good friends, was called to the Bar, 315
When I was a lad I served a term, 227
When I went to the Bar as a very young man, 278
When maiden loves, she sits and sighs, 255
When man and maiden meet, I like to see a drooping eye, 330
When rival adorers come courting a maid, 420
When the buds are blossoming, 403
When the night wind howls in the chimney cowl, and the bat in
the moonlight flies, 381
When you find you're a broken-down critter, 506
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose
is taboo'd by anxiety, 335
Would you know the kind of maid, 240
ALPHABETICAL INDEX TO TITLES
PAGE
Æsthete, The, 271
Ah Me!, 255
Anglicised Utopia, 497
Annie Protheroe, 280
Ape and the Lady, The, 123
Appeal, An, 143
At a Pantomime, 508
A Worm will Turn, 383
Babette's Love, 76
Baby's Vengeance, The, 265
Baffled Grumbler, The, 69
Baines Carew, Gentleman, 125
Ben Allah Achmet; or, the Fatal Tum, 549
Bishop and the 'Busman, The, 44
Bishop of Rum-ti-Foo, The, 108
Bishop of Rum-ti-Foo Again, The, 376
Blue Blood, 307
Bob Polter, 176
Braid the Raven Hair, 113
Brave Alum Bey, 317
British Tar, The, 204
Bumboat Woman's Story, The, 214
Captain and the Mermaids, The, 273
Captain Reece, 1
Classical Revival, A, 515
Coming By-and-By, The, 22
Contemplative Sentry, The, 292
Cunning Woman, The, 433
Damon _v._ Pythias, 363
Darned Mounseer, The, 6
Disagreeable Man, The, 16
Disconcerted Tenor, The, 547
Discontented Sugar Broker, A, 138
Disillusioned, 71
Don't Forget!, 345
Duke and the Duchess, The, 84
Duke of Plaza-Toro, The, 262
Eheu Fugaces--!, 92
Ellen M'Jones Aberdeen, 185
Emily, John, James, and I, 405
English Girl, An, 499
Englishman, The, 13
Etiquette, 541
Fairy Curate, The, 446
Fairy Queen's Song, The, 32
Family Fool, The, 161
Ferdinando and Elvira; or, the Gentle Pieman, 58
Fickle Breeze, The, 219
First Lord's Song, The, 227
First Love, 309
Folly of "Brown, The, 87
Force of Argument, The, 475
General John, 18
Gentle Alice Brown, 205
Ghosts' High Noon, The, 381
Ghost, the Gallant, the Gael, and the Goblin, The, 148
Girl Graduates, 106
Good Little Girls, 482
Great Oak Tree, The, 418
Gregory Parable, LL.D. 294
Haughty Actor, The, 391
Haunted, 39
He and She, 361
Heavy Dragoon, The, 49
He Loves! 453
Her Terms, 534
Highly Respectable Gondolier, The, 26
Hongree and Mahry, 460
House of Peers, The, 74
How it's Done, 512
Humane Mikado, The, 388
Independent Bee, The, 536
Is Life a Boon? 38
Joe Golightly; or, the First Lord's Daughter, 528
John and Freddy, 28
Judge's Song, The, 315
King Borria Bungalee Boo, 155
King Goodheart, 424
King of Canoodle-dum, The, 301
Lieutenant-Colonel Flare, 248
Life, 487
Life is Lovely all the Year, 403
Limited Liability, 490
Little Oliver, 229
Lorenzo de Lardy, 64
Lost Mr. Blake, 256
Love-sick Boy, The, 439
Magnet and the Churn, The, 153
Manager's Perplexities, A, 504
Man who would Woo a Fair Maid, A, 209
Martinet, The, 338
Merry Madrigal, A, 81
Merryman and his Maid, The, 182
Mighty Must, The, 367
Mirage, A, 374
Mister William, 235
Modern Major-General, The, 42
Modest Couple, The, 330
My Dream, 368
My Lady, 471
Mystic Selvagee, The, 426
National Anthem, The, 526
Nightmare, A, 335
Old Paul and Old Tim, 420
One against the World, 473
Only a Dancing Girl, 14
Only Roses, 130
Out of Sorts, 506
Pantomime "Super" to his Mask, The, 144
Pasha Bailey Ben, 242
Perils of Invisibility, The, 413
Periwinkle Girl, The, 164
Peter the Wag, 193
Phantom Curate, The, 484
Philosophic Pill, The, 299
Phrenology, 440
Played-out Humorist, The, 553
Poetry Everywhere, 445
Policeman's Lot, The, 63
Practical Joker, The, 523
Precocious Baby, The, 114
Proper Pride, 56
Put a Penny in the Slot, 480
Recipe, A, 175
Reverend Micah Sowls, The, 467
Reverend Simon Magus, The, 356
Reward of Merit, The, 146
Rival Curates, The, 8
Rover's Apology, The, 136
Said I to Myself, Said I, 278
Sailor Boy to his Lass, The, 348
Sans Souci, 169
Sensation Captain, The, 492
Sir Barnaby Bampton Boo, 324
Sir Guy the Crusader, 34
Sir Macklin, 94
Sleep on! 431
Solatium, 329
Sorcerer's Song, The, 211
Sorry her Lot, 286
Speculation, 254
Story of Prince Agib, The, 518
Suicide's Grave, The, 354
Susceptible Chancellor, The, 191
Tangled Skein, The, 466
Tempora Mutantur, 501
They'll None of 'em be Missed, 99
Thomas Winterbottom Hance, 131
Thomson Green and Harriet Hale, 171
Three Kings of Chickeraboo, The, 200
To a Little Maid, 24
To my Bride, 82
To Phœbe, 122
To the Terrestrial Globe, 539
Troubadour, The, 51
True Diffidence, 458
Two Majors, The, 399
Two Ogres, The, 221
Unfortunate Likeness, An, 287
Usher's Charge, The, 411
Way of Wooing, The, 454
When a Merry Maiden Marries, 198
When I First Put this Uniform On, 322
Willow Waly! 397
Working Monarch, The, 119
Would you Know? 240
Yarn of the "Nancy Bell," The, 101
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's The Bab Ballads, by William Schwenck Gilbert