As one who strives a hill to climb,
Who never climbed before:
Who finds it, in a little time,
Grow every moment less sublime,
And votes the thing a bore:
Yet, having once begun to try,
Dares not desert his quest,
But, climbing, ever keeps his
On one small hut against the
Wherein he hopes to rest:
Who climbs till nerve and force are spent,
With many a puff and pant:
Who still, as rises the ascent,
In language grows more violent,
Although in breath more scant:
Who, climbing, gains at length the
That crowns the upward track.
And, entering with unsteady pace,
Receives a buffet in the
That lands him on his back:
And feels himself, like one in sleep,
Glide swiftly down again,
A helpless weight, from steep to steep,
Till, with a headlong giddy sweep,
He drops upon the plain - So I, that had resolved to
Conviction to a ghost,
And found it quite a different
From any human arguing,
Yet dared not quit my post But, keeping still the end in
To which I hoped to come,
I strove to prove the matter
By putting everything I
Into an axiom:
Commencing every single
With 'therefore' or 'because,'I blindly reeled, a hundred ways,
About the syllogistic maze,
Unconscious where I was.
Quoth he "That's regular clap-trap:
Don't bluster any more.
Now DO be cool and take a nap!
Such a ridiculous old
Was never seen before! "You're like a man I used to meet,
Who got one day so
In arguing, the simple
Scorched both his slippers off his feet!"I said
AT'S
RY
US!" "Well, it IS curious,
I agree,
And sounds perhaps like fibs:
But still it's true as true can be -As sure as your name's Tibbs," said he.
I said "My name's
OT Tibbs."
OT Tibbs!" he cried - his tone becameA shade or two less hearty -"Why, no," said I. "My proper
Is Tibbets - " "Tibbets?" "Aye, the same.""Why, then
OU'RE
OT
HE
TY!" With that he struck the board a
That shivered half the glasses."Why couldn't you have told me
Three quarters of an hour ago,
You prince of all the asses? "To walk four miles through mud and rain,
To spend the night in smoking,
And then to find that it's in vain -And I've to do it all again -It's really
OO provoking! "Don't talk!" he cried, as I
To mutter some excuse."Who can have patience with a
That's got no more discretion
An idiotic goose? "To keep me waiting here,
Of telling me at
That this was not the house!" he said."There, that'll do - be off to bed!
Don't gape like that, you dunce!" "It's very fine to throw the
On ME in such a fashion!
Why didn't you enquire my
The very minute that you came?"I answered in a passion. "Of course it worries you a
To come so far on foot -But how was I to blame for it?""Well, well!" said he. "I must
That isn't badly put. "And certainly you've given
The best of wine and victual -Excuse my violence," said he,"But accidents like this, you see,
They put one out a little. "'Twas MY fault after all,
I find -Shake hands, old Turnip-top!" The name was hardly to my mind,
But, as no doubt he meant it kind,
I let the matter drop. "Good-night, old Turnip-top, good-night!
When I am gone,
They'll send you some inferior Sprite,
Who'll keep you in a constant
And spoil your soundest naps. "Tell him you'll stand no sort of trick;
Then, if he leers and chuckles,
You just be handy with a stick(Mind that it's pretty hard and thick)And rap him on the knuckles! "Then carelessly remark 'Old coon!
Perhaps you're not
That, if you don't behave, you'll
Be chuckling to another tune -And so you'd best take care!' "That's the right way to cure a
Of such like goings-on -But gracious me!
It's getting light!
Good-night, old Turnip-top, good-night!" A nod, and he was gone.
Canto 5 Canto 7
II----Sad-Souvenaunce--