New history of Standford and Merton; being a true account of the adventures of masters Tommy and Harry, with their beloved tutor, MrBarlow . dont like bed, Im Volatile! Ill give you luncheon, if youll stop,Alfonso cried, a pint and youll one minute cease to hop,Young Volatile!, Alfonso spread his luncheon chops, imperial pint of stout—And one of port—^he feared not gout—And said, Sir, may I tempt you ? 54 THE NEW HISTORY OF Adding, Dont dance about, becauseYoull never win from me Zealander, no sort of laws From hunger can exempt you. I am so Volatile, said
New history of Standford and Merton; being a true account of the adventures of masters Tommy and Harry, with their beloved tutor, MrBarlow . dont like bed, Im Volatile! Ill give you luncheon, if youll stop,Alfonso cried, a pint and youll one minute cease to hop,Young Volatile!, Alfonso spread his luncheon chops, imperial pint of stout—And one of port—^he feared not gout—And said, Sir, may I tempt you ? 54 THE NEW HISTORY OF Adding, Dont dance about, becauseYoull never win from me Zealander, no sort of laws From hunger can exempt you. I am so Volatile, said says, Yes, that may be;But dont go splashing in the sea, As thus, you see, you wet I exhibit him, he thought,Hed be a fortune if once caught;Come down, he cried, and try some port. I wish that you may get me ! He cried, I know your Httle game,Thankye for nothing, all the same,The Volatile is still my name, Than Wieland I am Wielander;Touch me can neither Payne nor Vokes,Nor all your bounding Brother Folks. The Volatile New Zealander! SANDFOED AND MERTON. He bounded towards the rising sunAlfonso took a loaded gun. 55. He bounded towards the crimson rock:Alfonso got the gun full cock. 56 THE NEW HISTORY OF Now right, now left, now left, now right, Alfonso couldnt fix his sight: All day until the hght grew dim The Volatile made game of him; And sometimes in the wave hed splash. Then on the mountain-top hed dash. A tree Alfonso had his eyes sprang off that to the horizon;Alfonso said, Hes out of range,I wish hed his position Ill shoot him while he flits! Bang! and the gun went all to bits. It blew the row-boat into shivers,Some pieces fell in far-off rivers;And as he sank Alfonso cried, I never now shall find my bride. And all the time his voice was sounding,The Volatile still went on bounding ;Until upon the sand, at length,He summoned all his mighty strength. SANDFORD AND MEETON. 57 He took a most gigantic run, Then jumped—and cleared the Sett
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