“The thing can be done,” said the Butcher,
“I think.
The thing must be done,
I am sure.
The thing shall be done! Bring me paper and
ink,
The best there is time
to procure.”
The Beaver brought paper, portfolio, pens,
And ink in unfailing
supplies:
While strange creepy creatures came out of their dens,
And watched them with
wondering eyes.
So engrossed was the Butcher, he heeded them not,
As he wrote with a pen
in each hand,
And explained all the while in a popular style
Which the Beaver could
well understand.
“Taking Three as the subject to reason about—
A convenient number
to state—
We add Seven, and Ten, and then multiply out
By One Thousand diminished
by Eight.
“The result we proceed to divide, as you see,
By Nine Hundred and
Ninety Two:
Then subtract Seventeen, and the answer must be
Exactly and perfectly
true.
“The method employed I would gladly explain,
While I have it so clear
in my head,
If I had but the time and you had but the brain—
But much yet remains
to be said.
“In one moment I’ve seen what has hitherto
been
Enveloped in absolute
mystery,
And without extra charge I will give you at large
A Lesson in Natural
History.”
In his genial way he proceeded to say
(Forgetting all laws
of propriety,
And that giving instruction, without introduction,
Would have caused quite
a thrill in Society),
“As to temper the Jubjub’s a desperate
bird,
Since it lives in perpetual
passion:
Its taste in costume is entirely absurd—
It is ages ahead of
the fashion:
“But it knows any friend it has met once before:
It never will look at
a bride:
And in charity-meetings it stands at the door,
And collects—though
it does not subscribe.
“Its’ flavour when cooked is more exquisite
far
Than mutton, or oysters,
or eggs:
(Some think it keeps best in an ivory jar,
And some, in mahogany
kegs:)
“You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in
glue:
You condense it with
locusts and tape:
Still keeping one principal object in view—
To preserve its symmetrical
shape.”
The Butcher would gladly have talked till next day,
But he felt that the
lesson must end,
And he wept with delight in attempting to say
He considered the Beaver
his friend.
While the Beaver confessed, with affectionate looks
More eloquent even than
tears,
It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books
Would have taught it
in seventy years.
They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned
(For a moment) with
noble emotion,
Said “This amply repays all the wearisome days
We have spent on the
billowy ocean!”