XXXIX.THAT OF THE HIGH-SOULED YOUTH.
A year or so ago, you know,I had a friend, at Pimlico,For want of better name called Joe(This name is not his right 'un).He was a sweet, poetic youth,Romantic, gallant, and in soothMight well be called, in very truthAn "Admirable Crichton."And oh! it grieved him sore to seeThe lack,—these times,—of chivalry.He'd now and then confide to meHis views upon the matter."Good, nevernowis done by stealth!"He'd say, "Men ruin mind, and healthIn sordid scramble after wealth;And talk,—is idle chatter."
A year or so ago, you know,I had a friend, at Pimlico,For want of better name called Joe(This name is not his right 'un).He was a sweet, poetic youth,Romantic, gallant, and in soothMight well be called, in very truthAn "Admirable Crichton."And oh! it grieved him sore to seeThe lack,—these times,—of chivalry.He'd now and then confide to meHis views upon the matter."Good, nevernowis done by stealth!"He'd say, "Men ruin mind, and healthIn sordid scramble after wealth;And talk,—is idle chatter."
A year or so ago, you know,I had a friend, at Pimlico,For want of better name called Joe(This name is not his right 'un).He was a sweet, poetic youth,Romantic, gallant, and in soothMight well be called, in very truthAn "Admirable Crichton."
A year or so ago, you know,
I had a friend, at Pimlico,
For want of better name called Joe
(This name is not his right 'un).
He was a sweet, poetic youth,
Romantic, gallant, and in sooth
Might well be called, in very truth
An "Admirable Crichton."
And oh! it grieved him sore to seeThe lack,—these times,—of chivalry.He'd now and then confide to meHis views upon the matter."Good, nevernowis done by stealth!"He'd say, "Men ruin mind, and healthIn sordid scramble after wealth;And talk,—is idle chatter."
And oh! it grieved him sore to see
The lack,—these times,—of chivalry.
He'd now and then confide to me
His views upon the matter.
"Good, nevernowis done by stealth!"
He'd say, "Men ruin mind, and health
In sordid scramble after wealth;
And talk,—is idle chatter."
"That simple virtue, Modesty,Alas! it now appears to beA valueless commodity,Thoughoncemen prized it highly."He went on thus,—like anything,Until I heard, one day last Spring,That he intended marryingThe daughter of old Riley.I knew the Riley girls, and thought"Now this has turned out as it ought.Joe is a reg'lar right good sortTo marry 'Cinderella.'"The younger one, (thus called by me)A sweet good girl as e'er might beWas poor; the elder—rich wasshe—Her name was Arabella.An Aunt had left her lots of gold,While 'Cinderella'—so I'm told,—She left entirely in the coldWithout a single shilling.The elder one,—though plain to see,—Of suitors had some two, or three;Poor Cinderella, nobodyTo marryherseemed willing.Until the noble high-souled Joe—That Errant-knight of Pimlico—Came forth, the world at large to showThatheat least knew better.In spirit I before him bowed,"To know a man likethatI'm proudAnd happy!" I remarked aloud,And sent to him this letter.
"That simple virtue, Modesty,Alas! it now appears to beA valueless commodity,Thoughoncemen prized it highly."He went on thus,—like anything,Until I heard, one day last Spring,That he intended marryingThe daughter of old Riley.I knew the Riley girls, and thought"Now this has turned out as it ought.Joe is a reg'lar right good sortTo marry 'Cinderella.'"The younger one, (thus called by me)A sweet good girl as e'er might beWas poor; the elder—rich wasshe—Her name was Arabella.An Aunt had left her lots of gold,While 'Cinderella'—so I'm told,—She left entirely in the coldWithout a single shilling.The elder one,—though plain to see,—Of suitors had some two, or three;Poor Cinderella, nobodyTo marryherseemed willing.Until the noble high-souled Joe—That Errant-knight of Pimlico—Came forth, the world at large to showThatheat least knew better.In spirit I before him bowed,"To know a man likethatI'm proudAnd happy!" I remarked aloud,And sent to him this letter.
"That simple virtue, Modesty,Alas! it now appears to beA valueless commodity,Thoughoncemen prized it highly."He went on thus,—like anything,Until I heard, one day last Spring,That he intended marryingThe daughter of old Riley.
"That simple virtue, Modesty,
Alas! it now appears to be
A valueless commodity,
Thoughoncemen prized it highly."
He went on thus,—like anything,
Until I heard, one day last Spring,
That he intended marrying
The daughter of old Riley.
I knew the Riley girls, and thought"Now this has turned out as it ought.Joe is a reg'lar right good sortTo marry 'Cinderella.'"The younger one, (thus called by me)A sweet good girl as e'er might beWas poor; the elder—rich wasshe—Her name was Arabella.
I knew the Riley girls, and thought
"Now this has turned out as it ought.
Joe is a reg'lar right good sort
To marry 'Cinderella.'"
The younger one, (thus called by me)
A sweet good girl as e'er might be
Was poor; the elder—rich wasshe—
Her name was Arabella.
An Aunt had left her lots of gold,While 'Cinderella'—so I'm told,—She left entirely in the coldWithout a single shilling.The elder one,—though plain to see,—Of suitors had some two, or three;Poor Cinderella, nobodyTo marryherseemed willing.
An Aunt had left her lots of gold,
While 'Cinderella'—so I'm told,—
She left entirely in the cold
Without a single shilling.
The elder one,—though plain to see,—
Of suitors had some two, or three;
Poor Cinderella, nobody
To marryherseemed willing.
Until the noble high-souled Joe—That Errant-knight of Pimlico—Came forth, the world at large to showThatheat least knew better.In spirit I before him bowed,"To know a man likethatI'm proudAnd happy!" I remarked aloud,And sent to him this letter.
Until the noble high-souled Joe—
That Errant-knight of Pimlico—
Came forth, the world at large to show
Thatheat least knew better.
In spirit I before him bowed,
"To know a man likethatI'm proud
And happy!" I remarked aloud,
And sent to him this letter.
"ARABELLA."
"ARABELLA."
"ARABELLA."
"Dear Joe;—Wealth as you say's a trapGold is but dross,—not worth a rap—How very like you—dear old chap!—To marry 'Cinderella.'"* * *He wrote:—"I must expostulate,I'm not aFOOLat any rate!Of courseI've chosen as a mateTheRICHone, Arabella!"
"Dear Joe;—Wealth as you say's a trapGold is but dross,—not worth a rap—How very like you—dear old chap!—To marry 'Cinderella.'"* * *He wrote:—"I must expostulate,I'm not aFOOLat any rate!Of courseI've chosen as a mateTheRICHone, Arabella!"
"Dear Joe;—Wealth as you say's a trapGold is but dross,—not worth a rap—How very like you—dear old chap!—To marry 'Cinderella.'"* * *He wrote:—"I must expostulate,I'm not aFOOLat any rate!Of courseI've chosen as a mateTheRICHone, Arabella!"
"Dear Joe;—Wealth as you say's a trap
Gold is but dross,—not worth a rap—
How very like you—dear old chap!—
To marry 'Cinderella.'"
* * *
He wrote:—"I must expostulate,
I'm not aFOOLat any rate!
Of courseI've chosen as a mate
TheRICHone, Arabella!"