. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . shesaid to herself: its I give thee all, I can nomore She stood and listened very atten-tively, but no tears came into her eyes. TO THRO UGH THE LOOKING-GLASS. •/// tell thee everything I can ; Theres little to saw an aged aged man, A-sitttng on a gate.* Who are you, aged man ? I said. A nd how is it you live fAnd his answer trickled through my head Like water through a sieve. He said I look for butterfliesThat sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies,And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men, he said, Who s
. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . shesaid to herself: its I give thee all, I can nomore She stood and listened very atten-tively, but no tears came into her eyes. TO THRO UGH THE LOOKING-GLASS. •/// tell thee everything I can ; Theres little to saw an aged aged man, A-sitttng on a gate.* Who are you, aged man ? I said. A nd how is it you live fAnd his answer trickled through my head Like water through a sieve. He said I look for butterfliesThat sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies,And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men, he said, Who sail on stormy seas ; And thats the way I get my bread--A trifle, if you please* But I was thinking of a plan To dye ones whiskers green,And always use so large a fan That they could not be , having no reply to give To what the old man said,I cried Come, tell me how you live / And thumped him on the head. • 775 MY O WN INVENTION. His accents mild took up the tale : He said Igo my ways,And iv hen I find a mountain-rill, I set it in a blaze ; 171. And thence they make a stuff they callRowlands Macassar Oil—• Yet twopence-halfpenny is allThey give me for my toil* But I was thinking of a way To feed oneself on batter,,And so go on from day to day Getting a little fatter, THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS. I shook him well from side to side. Until Jiis face was blue :Come, tell me how you live^ I cried^A nd what it is you do ! He said I hunt for haddock? eyes A mong the heather bright,And work them into waistcoat-buttons In the silent these I do not sell for gold Or coin of silvery sJiine,But for a copper half penny^ And that will purchase nine. I sometimes dig for buttered rolls^Or set limed twigs for crabs ;I sometimes search the grassy knolls For wheels of thats the way (he gave a wink) By which I get my wealth—And very gladly will 1 drinkYour Honors noble health. / heard him tlien, for I had just Completed my designTo keep tJie Menai bridge from
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