. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. London roof, M 162 THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER. Singing, perchance, a lay of Erins Isle,Or, whilst he labours, weaves a fancy-woof,Dreaming he sees his home,—his Phelim smile ;Ah me! that luckless imp, who weepeth all the while! XVII. Ah! who can paint that hard and heavy time,When first the scholar lists in learnings train,And mounts her rugged steep, enforcd to climb,Like sooty imp, by sharp posterior pain,From bloody twig, and eke that Indian cane,Wherein, alas! no sugard juices dwell ?For this, the while one striplings sluices drain,Another weepeth ove
. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. London roof, M 162 THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER. Singing, perchance, a lay of Erins Isle,Or, whilst he labours, weaves a fancy-woof,Dreaming he sees his home,—his Phelim smile ;Ah me! that luckless imp, who weepeth all the while! XVII. Ah! who can paint that hard and heavy time,When first the scholar lists in learnings train,And mounts her rugged steep, enforcd to climb,Like sooty imp, by sharp posterior pain,From bloody twig, and eke that Indian cane,Wherein, alas! no sugard juices dwell ?For this, the while one striplings sluices drain,Another weepeth over chilblains fell,Always upon the heel, yet never to be well! XVIII. Anon a third, for his delicious root,Late ravishd from his tooth by elder chit,So soon is human violence afoot,So hardly is the harmless biter bit!Meanwhile, the tyrant, with untimely witAnd mouthing face, derides the small ones moan,Who, all lamenting for his loss, doth sit,Alack,—mischance comes seldomtimes alone,But aye the worried dog must rue more curs than ALL IN THE DOWNS. THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER. 165 XIX. For lo! the Pedagogue, with sudden drub,Smites his scald head, that is already sore,—Superfluous wound,—such is Misfortunes rub!Who straight makes answer with redoubled roar,And sheds salt tears twice faster than before,That still with backward fist he strives to dry ;Washing, with brackish moisture, oer and oer,His muddy cheek, that grows more foul thereby,Till all his rainy face looks grim as rainy sky. xx. So Dan, by dint of noise, obtains a peace,And with his natural untender knack,By new distress, bids former grievance cease,Like tears dried up with rugged huckaback,That sets the mournful visage all awrack;Yet soon the childish countenance will shineEven as thorough storms the soonest slack,For grief and beef in adverse ways incline,This keeps, and that decays, when duly soakd in brine. xxi. Now all is hushed, and, with a look profound,The Dominie lays ope the learned page ; 166 THE
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