Then the babe was cross'd and bless'd amain! Which the humbler female endorses- Like a carriage of state with its horses. Oh, then the kisses she got and hugs! Gold! and gold! the new and the old, They revell'd, they sang, and were merry; Gold! still gold! it rain'd on the nurse, For calling the little Baby names, And for saying, Amen! The Clerk had ten, And that was the end of the Christening. HER CHILDHOOD. OUR youth! our childhood! that spring of springs ! 'Tis surely one of the blessedest things That nature ever invented! When the rich are wealthy beyond their wealth, There's little Phelim, he sings like a thrush, Give him a collar without a skirt, (That's the Irish linen for shirt) And a slice of bread with a taste of dirt, And what does he lack to make him blest? But to leave the happy Phelim alone, About poor and rich Reflection might hang a moral. Born in wealth, and wealthily nursed, On the knees of Prodigality, Her childhood was one eternal round Of the game of going on Tickler's ground With extempore cartes she never play'd, Like children happy and squalid; Gold! and gold! 'twas the burden still! There was much corruption and bribery- Would have given half London's Charity Boys And Charity Girls the annual joys Of a holiday dinner at Highbury. Bon-bons she ate from the gilt cornet; Nay, once she squall'd and scream'd like wild- HER EDUCATION. ACCORDING to metaphysical creed, To the earliest books that children read For much good or much bad they are debtors— But before with their A B C they start, There are things in morals, as well as art, Dame Education begins the pile, If the Lady's maid or Gossip the Nurse Even thus with little Miss Kilmansegg, Before she learnt her E for egg, Ere her Governess came, or her mastersTeachers of quite a different kind Had "cramm'd" her beforehand, and fut her mind In a go-cart on golden castors. Long before her A B and C, They had taught her by heart her L. S. D. And as how she was born a great Heiress; And as sure as London is built of bricks, Like Her Worship the Lady May'ress. Instead of stories from Edgeworth's page, Or lessons from Barbauld and Trimmer, With a Book of Leaf Gold for a Primer. The very metal of merit they told, And praised her for being as "good as gold!" Of money they talk'd the whole day round, They praised-poor children with nothing at all! What sad little bad little figures you make They praised her falls, as well as her walk, They praised-how they praised-her very small talk, Or the girl who at each pretty phrase let drop A ruby comma, or pearl full-stop, Or an emerald semi-colon. They praised her spirit, and now and then And when he got raps, and taps, and slaps, As if from a Tigress, or Bearess, They told him how Lords would court that hand, While he rubb'd, poor soul, His carroty poll, That his hair had been pull'd by "a Hairess." Such were the lessons from maid and nurse, |