XXXII.THAT OF A FRUITLESS ENDEAVOUR.

Come let us quit the gruesome talesOf cannibals, and Kings, and things;On such-like themes my fancy fails,My muse a simpler story sings:I'd have you, one and all, considerTo-day a bachelor and "widder."The bachelor,—named Robinson,(A clerk, or something, in the City,Just what, we will not dwell upon),A pleasant man, and somewhat witty,But thin,—I've seldom known a thinner,—Dwelt in the suburbs, out at Pinner.The widow lived at Pinner too,Hername Ann Partington,néeGair,And rich,—if what was said is true,—Her age was forty; she was fairAnd fat—indeed, as for that matter,I've seldom known a person fatter.Now Robinson considered: "WhyShould I, an eligible man,In lonely 'diggings' live and die,When I might marry widow Ann?I'll call, and tentatively mentionMy matrimonial intention."

Come let us quit the gruesome tales

Of cannibals, and Kings, and things;

On such-like themes my fancy fails,

My muse a simpler story sings:

I'd have you, one and all, consider

To-day a bachelor and "widder."

The bachelor,—named Robinson,(A clerk, or something, in the City,Just what, we will not dwell upon),A pleasant man, and somewhat witty,But thin,—I've seldom known a thinner,—Dwelt in the suburbs, out at Pinner.

The bachelor,—named Robinson,

(A clerk, or something, in the City,

Just what, we will not dwell upon),

A pleasant man, and somewhat witty,

But thin,—I've seldom known a thinner,—

Dwelt in the suburbs, out at Pinner.

The widow lived at Pinner too,Hername Ann Partington,néeGair,And rich,—if what was said is true,—Her age was forty; she was fairAnd fat—indeed, as for that matter,I've seldom known a person fatter.

The widow lived at Pinner too,

Hername Ann Partington,néeGair,

And rich,—if what was said is true,—

Her age was forty; she was fair

And fat—indeed, as for that matter,

I've seldom known a person fatter.

Now Robinson considered: "WhyShould I, an eligible man,In lonely 'diggings' live and die,When I might marry widow Ann?I'll call, and tentatively mentionMy matrimonial intention."

Now Robinson considered: "Why

Should I, an eligible man,

In lonely 'diggings' live and die,

When I might marry widow Ann?

I'll call, and tentatively mention

My matrimonial intention."

The widow seemed at first inclinedTo close the matter out of hand.She said: "Yes, thank you, I don't mind,"(No shynessthere, you understand),But later on said: "No, for usTo marry would be ludicrous.We'd be the laughing-stock, I fear,Of neighbours round about,For you are awfully thin, poor dear,And I am awfully stout;I must withhold considerationTill there's some drastic alteration."So Robinson determined thatHe'd put on flesh somehow;He'd try all means of getting fat,And made this solemn vow:"The widow,—well, he'd do without herTill he had grown a trifle stouter.""Laugh and grow fat," somebody said;So, daily, RobinsonThe comic papers duly read,And gloated thereupon:He spent no end of pocket moneyIn things which he considered funny.And eat!—I tell you hedideat!—While (this was scarcely wise)He seldom moved from off his seat,And tooknoexercise.'Twas not surprising, then—now, was it?—He gained in "adipose deposit."

The widow seemed at first inclinedTo close the matter out of hand.She said: "Yes, thank you, I don't mind,"(No shynessthere, you understand),But later on said: "No, for usTo marry would be ludicrous.

The widow seemed at first inclined

To close the matter out of hand.

She said: "Yes, thank you, I don't mind,"

(No shynessthere, you understand),

But later on said: "No, for us

To marry would be ludicrous.

We'd be the laughing-stock, I fear,Of neighbours round about,For you are awfully thin, poor dear,And I am awfully stout;I must withhold considerationTill there's some drastic alteration."

We'd be the laughing-stock, I fear,

Of neighbours round about,

For you are awfully thin, poor dear,

And I am awfully stout;

I must withhold consideration

Till there's some drastic alteration."

So Robinson determined thatHe'd put on flesh somehow;He'd try all means of getting fat,And made this solemn vow:"The widow,—well, he'd do without herTill he had grown a trifle stouter."

So Robinson determined that

He'd put on flesh somehow;

He'd try all means of getting fat,

And made this solemn vow:

"The widow,—well, he'd do without her

Till he had grown a trifle stouter."

"Laugh and grow fat," somebody said;So, daily, RobinsonThe comic papers duly read,And gloated thereupon:He spent no end of pocket moneyIn things which he considered funny.

"Laugh and grow fat," somebody said;

So, daily, Robinson

The comic papers duly read,

And gloated thereupon:

He spent no end of pocket money

In things which he considered funny.

And eat!—I tell you hedideat!—While (this was scarcely wise)He seldom moved from off his seat,And tooknoexercise.'Twas not surprising, then—now, was it?—He gained in "adipose deposit."

And eat!—I tell you hedideat!—

While (this was scarcely wise)

He seldom moved from off his seat,

And tooknoexercise.

'Twas not surprising, then—now, was it?—

He gained in "adipose deposit."

He did; and when he turned the scaleAt twenty stone or more,He for the widow's house set sail,And waddled to the door.She met him—thin as any rat,ForSHE'Dbeen taking Anti-Fat!

He did; and when he turned the scale

At twenty stone or more,

He for the widow's house set sail,

And waddled to the door.

She met him—thin as any rat,

ForSHE'Dbeen taking Anti-Fat!

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