Chapter 70

Richard Dingle’s Speech.I am Master Richard Dingle,Tho’ my comrades call me Dick,And I have a purpose single,Which I’ll mention very quick.Every day I get a lectureFor behaving very wrong;And with wise looks some conjectureThat I’ll never get along.But what’s past my mind’s construingIs, that all these busy elvesScold and thrash poor me for doingWhat they daily do themselves!Master Meekly says ’tis fearful,To be crushing harmless flies,Yet can he, with gun, quite cheerfulSeek the bird that bleeding lies.Others say: “Look here, Dick Dingle,Love of gold is vain and vile.”Yet when they detect its jingle,Why, somehow they always smile.Doctor Blacktooth says tobaccoIs not even fit for brutes,Yet to make his teeth still blackerSmokes the rankest of cheroots!Now it seems to me the purestSeldom scold us when they teach,For they know the way that’s surestIs to practice what they preach!—Geo.M. Vickers.

Richard Dingle’s Speech.I am Master Richard Dingle,Tho’ my comrades call me Dick,And I have a purpose single,Which I’ll mention very quick.Every day I get a lectureFor behaving very wrong;And with wise looks some conjectureThat I’ll never get along.But what’s past my mind’s construingIs, that all these busy elvesScold and thrash poor me for doingWhat they daily do themselves!Master Meekly says ’tis fearful,To be crushing harmless flies,Yet can he, with gun, quite cheerfulSeek the bird that bleeding lies.Others say: “Look here, Dick Dingle,Love of gold is vain and vile.”Yet when they detect its jingle,Why, somehow they always smile.Doctor Blacktooth says tobaccoIs not even fit for brutes,Yet to make his teeth still blackerSmokes the rankest of cheroots!Now it seems to me the purestSeldom scold us when they teach,For they know the way that’s surestIs to practice what they preach!—Geo.M. Vickers.

I am Master Richard Dingle,Tho’ my comrades call me Dick,And I have a purpose single,Which I’ll mention very quick.Every day I get a lectureFor behaving very wrong;And with wise looks some conjectureThat I’ll never get along.But what’s past my mind’s construingIs, that all these busy elvesScold and thrash poor me for doingWhat they daily do themselves!Master Meekly says ’tis fearful,To be crushing harmless flies,Yet can he, with gun, quite cheerfulSeek the bird that bleeding lies.Others say: “Look here, Dick Dingle,Love of gold is vain and vile.”Yet when they detect its jingle,Why, somehow they always smile.Doctor Blacktooth says tobaccoIs not even fit for brutes,Yet to make his teeth still blackerSmokes the rankest of cheroots!Now it seems to me the purestSeldom scold us when they teach,For they know the way that’s surestIs to practice what they preach!—Geo.M. Vickers.

I am Master Richard Dingle,Tho’ my comrades call me Dick,And I have a purpose single,Which I’ll mention very quick.Every day I get a lectureFor behaving very wrong;And with wise looks some conjectureThat I’ll never get along.But what’s past my mind’s construingIs, that all these busy elvesScold and thrash poor me for doingWhat they daily do themselves!Master Meekly says ’tis fearful,To be crushing harmless flies,Yet can he, with gun, quite cheerfulSeek the bird that bleeding lies.Others say: “Look here, Dick Dingle,Love of gold is vain and vile.”Yet when they detect its jingle,Why, somehow they always smile.Doctor Blacktooth says tobaccoIs not even fit for brutes,Yet to make his teeth still blackerSmokes the rankest of cheroots!Now it seems to me the purestSeldom scold us when they teach,For they know the way that’s surestIs to practice what they preach!—Geo.M. Vickers.

I am Master Richard Dingle,

Tho’ my comrades call me Dick,

And I have a purpose single,

Which I’ll mention very quick.

Every day I get a lectureFor behaving very wrong;And with wise looks some conjectureThat I’ll never get along.

Every day I get a lecture

For behaving very wrong;

And with wise looks some conjecture

That I’ll never get along.

But what’s past my mind’s construingIs, that all these busy elvesScold and thrash poor me for doingWhat they daily do themselves!

But what’s past my mind’s construing

Is, that all these busy elves

Scold and thrash poor me for doing

What they daily do themselves!

Master Meekly says ’tis fearful,To be crushing harmless flies,Yet can he, with gun, quite cheerfulSeek the bird that bleeding lies.

Master Meekly says ’tis fearful,

To be crushing harmless flies,

Yet can he, with gun, quite cheerful

Seek the bird that bleeding lies.

Others say: “Look here, Dick Dingle,Love of gold is vain and vile.”Yet when they detect its jingle,Why, somehow they always smile.

Others say: “Look here, Dick Dingle,

Love of gold is vain and vile.”

Yet when they detect its jingle,

Why, somehow they always smile.

Doctor Blacktooth says tobaccoIs not even fit for brutes,Yet to make his teeth still blackerSmokes the rankest of cheroots!

Doctor Blacktooth says tobacco

Is not even fit for brutes,

Yet to make his teeth still blacker

Smokes the rankest of cheroots!

Now it seems to me the purestSeldom scold us when they teach,For they know the way that’s surestIs to practice what they preach!—Geo.M. Vickers.

Now it seems to me the purest

Seldom scold us when they teach,

For they know the way that’s surest

Is to practice what they preach!

—Geo.M. Vickers.

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