. Carols of Cockayne. tics, for they, calld it but a step from thesublime. I was laudably ambitious to extend my reputation, And 1 plannd a pretty novel on a pretty novel plan;I would make it independent both of sin and of sensation, And my villain should be pictured as a persecuted your Bulwers and your Braddons and your Collinsesmay grovel In an atmosphere of horror and a wilderness of crime;Twas for me to controvert them, and I did so in a novel Which was commonly considerd but a step from thesublime. I have masterd metaphysics—I have mounted on the pinions Both of Painting and of M
. Carols of Cockayne. tics, for they, calld it but a step from thesublime. I was laudably ambitious to extend my reputation, And 1 plannd a pretty novel on a pretty novel plan;I would make it independent both of sin and of sensation, And my villain should be pictured as a persecuted your Bulwers and your Braddons and your Collinsesmay grovel In an atmosphere of horror and a wilderness of crime;Twas for me to controvert them, and I did so in a novel Which was commonly considerd but a step from thesublime. I have masterd metaphysics—I have mounted on the pinions Both of Painting and of Music—and I rather think I knowEvry nook and evry corner of Apollos whole dominions, From the top of Mount Parnassus down to Paternoster have had my little failures, I have had my great successes— And Parnassus, I assure you, is a weary hill to climb ;But the. lowest and the meanest of my enemies confesses That he very often thinks me but a step from the sublime. THE GIFT OF THE GAB. A LECTURE ON OU have read how Demosthenes walkd on the beach,With his mouth full of pebbles, rehears-ing a speech—Till the shell-fish and sea-gulls pro-nounced him a bore,And the sea met his gravest remarkswith a roar. In fact, if you ever learnt Greek, you 11 confessThat its hardly the right kind of tongue to impressAn intelligent lobster or well-informd crab,With the deepest respect for the Gift of the Gab. ^TTjjjf 14 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. Still Eloquence gives men a wonderful power,And it often strikes me, after sitting an hourAt a lecture on something I dont understand,That the Gift of the Gab is decidedly , I am frequently heard to declare,If the Queen of the Fairies would answer my prayer,I should instantly drop on my knees to Queen Mab,Crying, Grant me, oh grant me, the Gift of the Gab. If you d hear the true summit of Eloquence reachdGo to church when a charity-sermon is preachd;Where, with hands in his pockets and tears in his eyes,Evry soft-hearted sinne
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