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His eyes were like to marbles set in little seas of glue,
Now Chi-chil-Bloo, though born in snow and reared upon
its breast, Loved not the bleak and dismal land in which he knew no
rest; He bid adieu into the scenes of never-ending storm, And traveled forth to seek some land where lie might keep
him warm ; He trudged two years his weary way far from the land of
snow, Inside the walls of China, to where strangers seldom go; When wearied with his pilgrimage he halted at Ko-whang, And there became acquainted with the father of Che-Bang. The old man heard his wondrous tale of sights that he had
seen, Where nature wore a winding-sheet, and shrouded all things
green, And pondering o'er within his mind if wonders such could be, At last engaged poor Chi-chil-Bloo to cultivate his tea.
It had always been the custom of the fairy-like Che-Bang,
train, With instructions that an hour past they might return again; She then upraised the filmy veil that hid her charms from
sight, And poor Chi-chil-Bloo beheld a face to him surpassing
bright; He gazed transfixed with wonder,—to him surpassing fair Were her rounded-up proportions and her salmon-colored
hair,He lingered in a dreamy trance, nor woke he from his bliss Till her loving arms entwine him and her lips imprint a kiss!
She led him to a bower, and beside the dwarf she kneeled,
When looking down the distant vale the sun's fast fading
sheen Fell faintly on the gold of her returning palanquin.
" Yonder come my slaves," she cried, “and now, Chil-Bloo,
we part; My father, though my father, has a cruel, flinty heart, He has promised me to Chow-Chow, the Crosus of Ko.
whang, But Chow-Chow's old and gouty, and he wouldn't suit Che.
Bang; Oh! come beneath my window at a quarter after three, When the moon has gone a bathing to her bath-room in the
sea, And we will fly to other lands across the waters blueBut hush, here comes the palanquin, and now, sweet love,
adieu!” They placed her in her palanquin, her bosom throbbing free, While Chi-chil-Bloo seemed busy packing up his gathered
tea; As rested from his weary rounds the dying god of day, They raised her on their shoulders and they trotted her
At the time and place appointed, 'neath her lattice stood
the dwarf; He whistled to his lady, and she answered with a cough; She threw a silken ladder from her window down the wall, While he, gallant knight, stood firmly to catch her should
she fall : She reached the ground in safety, one kiss, one chaste em
brace, Then she waddled and he trotted off in silence from the place.
Swift they held their journey, love had made her footsteps
light, They hid themselves at morning's dawn and fled again at
night; The second night had run her race and folded up her pall, When they reached the sentry's station underneath the
mighty wall; Che-Bang told well her tale of love, Chil-Bloo told his, alas! The sentry had no sentiment, and wouldn't let 'em pass; He called a file of soldiers, who took 'em to Dom-Brown, A sort of local magistrate or Mufti of the town. The vile old lecher heard the charge, the tempting maiden
eyed, Then feigning well a burning rage, in thunder-tones he cried,
CLOSET SCENE FROM HAMLET.-SHAKSPEARE.
Enter QUEEN and HAMLET.
What's the matter now?
No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen : your husband's brother's wife; And—would it were not so !--you are my mother.
Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.
Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge. You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Queen. What wilt thou do?-thou wilt not murder me?
Ham. Leave wringing of your hands: peace; sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, (f it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not brazed it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
Such an act,
Queen. Ah me! what act,
Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this,