Читать книгу Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 69, No. 427, May, 1851 - Various - Страница 6

SOME AMERICAN POETS.1
THE MUSIC-GRINDERS

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"There are three ways in which men take

One's money from his purse,

And very hard it is to tell

Which of the three is worse;

But all of them are bad enough

To make a body curse.


You're riding out some pleasant day,

And counting up your gains;

A fellow jumps from out a bush,

And takes your horse's reins;

Another hints some words about

A bullet in your brains.


It's hard to meet such pressing friends

In such a lonely spot;

It's very hard to lose your cash,

But harder to be shot;

And so you take your wallet out,

Though you had rather not.


Perhaps you're going out to dine,

Some filthy creature begs

You'll hear about the cannon-ball

That carried off his pegs;

He says it is a dreadful thing

For men to lose their legs.


He tells you of his starving wife,

His children to be fed,

Poor little lovely innocents.

All clamorous for bread;

And so you kindly help to put

A bachelor to bed.


You're sitting on your window-seat,

Beneath a cloudless moon;

You hear a sound that seems to wear

The semblance of a tune,

As if a broken fife should strive

To drown a cracked basoon.


And nearer, nearer still, the tide

Of music seems to come,

There's something like a human voice

And something like a drum;

You sit in speechless agony

Until your ear is numb.


Poor 'home, sweet home,' should seem to be

A very dismal place,

Your 'auld acquaintance,' all at once

Is altered in the face —

But hark! the air again is still,

The music all is ground;


It cannot be – it is – it is —

A hat is going round!

No! Pay the dentist when he leaves

A fracture in your jaw;

And pay the owner of the bear,

That stunned you with his paw;


And buy the lobster that has had

Your knuckles in his claw;

But if you are a portly man,

Put on your fiercest frown,

And talk about a constable

To turn them out of town;


Then close your sentence with an oath,

And shut the window down!

And if you are a slender man,

Not big enough for that,

Or, if you cannot make a speech,

Because you are a flat,


Go very quietly and drop

A button in the hat!"


Excellent advice! How many hats there are – and not of music-grinders only – in which we should be delighted to see the button dropped! The next in order is very good, and equally intelligible on this side of the Atlantic. We give the greater part of it: —

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 69, No. 427, May, 1851

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