CANTO I.

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RHYME? AND REASON?

[Illustration: "UPON A BATTLEMENT." _See_ p. 30.]

RHYME?

AND REASON?

BY LEWIS CARROLL

_WITH SIXTY-FIVE ILLUSTRATIONS_

BY ARTHUR B. FROST

_AND NINE_

BY HENRY HOLIDAY

I have had nor rhyme nor reason

_PRICE SEVEN SHILLINGS_

London

MACMILLAN AND CO.

1883

[_All Rights Reserved_]

London:

R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR

BREAD STREET HILL, E.C.

Inscribed to a dear Child:

in memory of golden summer hours

and whispers of a summer sea.

* * * * *

Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,

Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well

Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask

The tale one loves to tell.

Rude scoffer of the seething outer strife,

Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,

Deem, if thou wilt, such hours a waste of life,

Empty of all delight!

Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy

Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled;

Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy,

The heart-love of a child!

Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more!

Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days

Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore

Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!

[Of the following poems, ECHOES, A GAME OF FIVES, the last three of the

FOUR RIDDLES, and FAME'S PENNY-TRUMPET, are here published for the first

time. The others have all appeared before, as have also the illustrations

to THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK.]

CONTENTS.

PAGE

PHANTASMAGORIA, in Seven Cantos:--

I. The Trystyng 1

II. Hys Fyve Rules 10

III. Scarmoges 18

IV. Hys Nouryture 26

V. Byckerment 34

VI. Dyscomfyture 44

VII. Sad Souvenaunce 53

ECHOES 58

A SEA DIRGE 59

Y{E} CARPETTE KNYGHTE 64

HIAWATHA'S PHOTOGRAPHING 66

MELANCHOLETTA 78

A VALENTINE 84

THE THREE VOICES:--

The First Voice 87

The Second Voice 98

The Third Voice 109

TEMA CON VARIAZIONI 118

A GAME OF FIVES 120

POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR 123

THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, an Agony in Eight Fits:--

I. THE LANDING 134

II. THE BELLMAN'S SPEECH 142

III. THE BAKER'S TALE 148

IV. THE HUNTING 153

V. THE BEAVER'S LESSON 159

VI. THE BARRISTER'S DREAM 167

VII. THE BANKER'S FATE 173

VIII. THE VANISHING 177

SIZE AND TEARS 181

ATALANTA IN CAMDEN TOWN 186

THE LANG COORTIN' 190

FOUR RIDDLES 202

FAME'S PENNY-TRUMPET 211

PHANTASMAGORIA.

CANTO I.

The Trystyng.

One winter night, at half-past nine,

Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,

I had come home, too late to dine,

And supper, with cigars and wine,

Was waiting in the study.

There was a strangeness in the room,

And Something white and wavy

Was standing near me in the gloom--

_I_ took it for the carpet-broom

Left by that careless slavey.

[Illustration]

But presently the Thing began

To shiver and to sneeze:

On which I said "Come, come, my man!

That's a most inconsiderate plan.

Less noise there, if you please!"

"I've caught a cold," the Thing replies,

"Out there upon the landing."

I turned to look in some surprise,

And there, before my very eyes,

A little Ghost was standing!

He trembled when he caught my eye,

And got behind a chair.

"How came you here," I said, "and why?

I never saw a thing so shy.

Come out! Don't shiver there!"

He said "I'd gladly tell you how,

And also tell you why;

But" (here he gave a little bow)

"You're in so bad a temper now,

You'd think it all a lie.

"And as to being in a fright,

Allow me to remark

That Ghosts have just as good a right,

In every way, to fear the light,

As Men to fear the dark."

"No plea," said I, "can well excuse

Such cowardice in you:

For Ghosts can visit when they choose,

Whereas we Humans ca'n't refuse

To grant the interview."

He said "A flutter of alarm

Is not unnatural, is it?

I really feared you meant some harm:

But, now I see that you are calm,

Let me explain my visit.

"Houses are classed, I beg to state,

According to the number

Of Ghosts that they accommodate:

(The Tenant merely counts as _weight_,

With Coals and other lumber).

"This is a 'one-ghost' house, and you

When you arrived last summer,

May have remarked a Spectre who

Was doing all that Ghosts can do

To welcome the new-comer.

"In Villas this is always done--

However cheaply rented:

For, though of course there's less of fun

When there is only room for one,

Ghosts have to be contented.

"That Spectre left you on the Third--

Since then you've not been haunted:

For, as he never sent us word,

'Twas quite by accident we heard

That any one was wanted.

"A Spectre has first choice, by right,

In filling up a vacancy;

Then Phantom, Goblin, Elf, and Sprite--

If all these fail them, they invite

The nicest Ghoul that they can see.

"The Spectres said the place was low,

And that you kept bad wine:

So, as a Phantom had to go,

And I was first, of course, you know,

I couldn't well decline."

"No doubt," said I, "they settled who

Was fittest to be sent:

Yet still to choose a brat like you,

To haunt a man of forty-two,

Was no great compliment!"

"I'm not so young, Sir," he replied,

"As you might think. The fact is,

In caverns by the water-side,

And other places that I've tried,

I've had a lot of practice:

"But I have never taken yet

A strict domestic part,

And in my flurry I forget

The Five Good Rules of Etiquette

We have to know by heart."

My sympathies were warming fast

Towards the little fellow:

He was so utterly aghast

At having found a Man at last,

And looked so scared and yellow.

[Illustration: "IN CAVERNS BY THE WATER-SIDE"]

"At least," I said, "I'm glad to find

A Ghost is not a _dumb_ thing!

But pray sit down: you'll feel inclined

(If, like myself, you have not dined)

To take a snack of something:

"Though, certainly, you don't appear

A thing to offer _food_ to!

And then I shall be glad to hear--

If you will say them loud and clear--

The Rules that you allude to."

"Thanks! You shall hear them by and by

This _is_ a piece of luck!"

"What may I offer you?" said I.

"Well, since you _are_ so kind, I'll try

A little bit of duck.

"_One_ slice! And may I ask you for

Another drop of gravy?"

I sat and looked at him in awe,

For certainly I never saw

A thing so white and wavy.

[Illustration]

And still he seemed to grow more white,

More vapoury, and wavier--

Seen in the dim and flickering light,

As he proceeded to recite

His "Maxims of Behaviour."

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