And now, their minds were resolute to slay VI. It is a custom (mind, I don't abuse it) That is, to show by screams and other noise Is there amongst us one, whose brow Is clouded with unsocial grief? I have a ruby nectar now Can give his wounded mind relief; While swift through every vein shall flow In vain of ocean-girt Bombay, And all its charms shall zealots tell: Let Poona bear the palm away For drinking deep, and living well, This wine, this wine, when freely quaff'd He who drinks fairly, need not seek Is brighter and more natural too, Upon its point-and wit shall pass With joke and laughter-loving whim, Light as the froth that in his glass Sparkles and bubbles to the brim; And when his thirsty lips shall drain The goblet up-then fill again. And bottle thus on bottle still Shall follow where each went before; And when he flags, then let him fill VII. The sun is up on Deccan's stony field, And every ready huntsman's heart beats high; Already doom'd beneath his charge to die. VIII. The fixt and straining eye; the lips compress'd; But hark!-away! to where yon canes are crushing IX. Through deep ravines and rocky nullahs dashing; X. 1; Deep in his side the driven spear stood quivering, That tells of death, his mighty limbs unbound, XI. Oh, man! thou puny and yet powerful thing, The jungle's terror, and the forest's king, Bite, dying, bite the dust: thy wide command Controls the lordly eagle on its wing, Rules through the deep, and overspreads the land: What could the ancient Monarch's Deity, With all his thunderbolts, do more than thee? XII. But what became of our three Scottish friends? Fast as his spirits rose, his b- grew sore:Ye sharp-tongued sons of satire, cease to scoff'Twas not his courage, but his skin wore off. XIII. McGregor once had near'd his bristly foe When the big brute turn'd sharp on his pursuer ; The opposite way; his ugly phiz grew bluer XIV. The victor bagg'd the trophies of the slain, Swore till his stock of oaths was all expended, McGregor too, whom conscience prick'd in vain, Kenning that what was done could ne'er be mended, By drinking cured the pains of his disasterMcHutchins did it with adhesive plaster. XV. McCleod had got the prickly heat-the which It is a kind of aggravated itch That makes the sufferer writhe beneath the pain, As if all Oberon's elves were bid to twitch His red and pimpled body, while in vain. He rubs and scratches, and in terms uncivil Damns the whole country to the very Devil. XVI. Dapooree saw him breakfast there one day "I came in the free trader-c-e my eyes! Nose swollen: face red and pimpled; strangers staring; (Forgive the bold allusions of my verse). ANDROPAIS. LETTER FROM J. DOCKERY. MY DEAR ROGER, Having nothink better to do I sits down to write as I sed in my last all about my black feller sarvants who be all called Boys tho' many on em be a duced deal older than I be. We haven't no made servants, cause this 'ot country makes us white folks so oncommon toory-loorish, there's no standing it. Well fust and foremost comes the Bootler, who is a tall tawney-faced peaked-nosed Parsheeman what wears a roundish cotton kind o' hat without a brim, like a quartern loaf with more kissun croost than upper; he an't got no neckerchief nor stockins but has loose thing-um-doddies, and white petticotes. He be the chap what keeps measter's money and the keys of all the boxes and places, and makes his purkisits of every thing his name's Jem Setjee and as he talks a leetle English him and me be good friends, and he larns me the black language and I larns him. grammar, and he has tould me as a secret that measter has just got a leetle natural gal out of a female black lady whose name is Booboo and who has been living with him a matter of six or seven months in privit in some corner* which is what I never know'd afore, tho' I be purty cute in them 'ere pints at all times; and moreover he says as how that native women only go in the fammily way as long as they please which is surprising and accounts for measter's filly-de-joy being sich an oncommon speedy breeder. The next is a Porty-gie, dresses like one of us and calls hisself a Cristun, because he eats pork and likes liquor, and all breakages in the glass and chaney-ware and all the missing bottles of drink are laid on his shoulders, 'cause he takes a licking so kindly, which is what I'm sure I niver could do, and I'm sartin if Muster Doolittle was to come for to go for to offer for to bullock me in that 'ere way, I should be 'nation apt to let him smell my Tadcaster knookles and try a bellyfull. Our Then comes the Messal who be all as one as our Tadcaster boots, only he be Lamp-liter as well as Shoe-black and does leetle odd jobs besides; at least I knows he used to do 'em for me. cook, and the dog-keeper be'ant much like feyther's soapy Sally and Sam Hoggun, but tolerable enough in their way. The Grooms be called Sizes, because they be of all sizes. I shall now tell you what more I've done and seed since I rote last. First of all there's been a deal of jinketting and joonketting at Baroderer, which is all one as the Lunnun of the Goose-or-rat country, only it be more like lousy Leeds than any place I knows of, being as ow it be full of dirt and nastiness and black folks and such sights o' pigs as never was, who always lives quite in a state of natur on the people's leavings, and nasty beasts they be for their trouble. You must know Roger that Hinjee was once in a very barbarous way, just like Ireland be now, and cutting each other's throats every hour in the day and night so as no one was sure of hisself, and might go to bed quite hearty like and get up next moorning a corpse. Well, King Charles the 14th who lived about the time of Noah heard of all these goings on and told some of us to come out and teach the natives to live like Christuns, and So we did, and gived them the whip and spur purty tightish at fust and keeps a double rein upon 'em ever since, which of course is quite right, for if they was once to get the bit between their teeth and break away, I think it would be devil take the hindermost amongst us Europins. The black gentlemen nivir lets their ladies Look out of the ouse but they goes about themselves in carts draw'd by two bullocks which they ties by the horns to the pole of the cart without no traces, and the driver sets on a bit of wood just atween their roomps and has rope reins tied thro' their noses! and with a prick in a short stick with a lether thong they digs the pint into their quarters and off they walks; when they wants 'em to trot they only twists their tails about, but to make 'em show foot and do their goodest, they bawls to 'em as loud as they can bellur, and tickles 'em with their naked toes in the very place where they be made bullocks of; and then they twiddles and twiddles their fingers, like as if playing the piannur, all over their which foondiments, makes 'em cock their tails and gallop like good 'uns. 'Ow our Tadcaster folks would stare at 'un. Arter we'd had a fortnite's training, our races begin'd, all which you may see in our Bumbay newspapers if you takes 'em in, or as Muster Doolittle says if they takes you in, which be all the same; but bless you I shouldn't have know'd they meant this here course. To be sure the 'orses names were purty correct, but as for the 'counts of the running it was as much like the raal thing as our grandmoother's like my bull poop, which be all owing to the Sakkytary not being Yorkshire, so 'ow should he know anything 'bout 'orse racing. This here's the way it was. And then some on 'em finished their sweats by scraping their 'orses with silver spoons, rubbing 'em down with hot towels and buttering their pasterns: 'tis enough to make a man go stark staring mad to look at such rum goings on. 'Owsever I niver says nothing. Ever since I rote all this, I have been every day to hear the troo doctoring of some very nice people who reads every arternoon all about grace and noo lites and spirits and generation, and so one day one on 'em whose name was Dockery I see you very punctual Muster Bloogo, says to me, Muster at our meetings and attentive to our outpourings which is ten to one in favour of your having bolted from the broad road of sin and the race course, and that you have We should have been happy to have availed ourselves of the oppor. tunity here afforded us of giving our readers another account of the Guzerat Races done up in a Yorkshire dress, but as honest John's description does not materially differ in point of fact from those already published, and as in describing persons as well as horses he is rather too caricaturish in his sketches, we deem it good policy to omit it.-ED. |