The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 638 pages of information about The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood.

The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 638 pages of information about The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood.

DUGGINS.

Oh, how that day would seem to shine,
If Sally’s banns were read with mine;
She cries, when such a wish I carry,
“Marry come up!” but will not marry.

THE CHINA-MENDER.

Good-Morning, Mr. What-d’ye-call!  Well! here’s another pretty job! 
Lord help my Lady!—­what a smash!—­if you had only heard her sob! 
It was all through Mr. Lambert:  but for certain he was winey,
To think for to go to sit down on a table full of Chiney. 
“Deuce take your stupid head!” says my Lady to his very face;
But politeness, you know, is nothing when there’s Chiney in the case;
And if ever a woman was fond of Chiney to a passion,
It’s my mistress, and all sorts of it, whether new or old fashion. 
Her brother’s a sea-captain, and brings her home shiploads—­
Such bronzes, and such dragons, and nasty squatting things like toads;
And great nidnoddin’ mandarins, with palsies in the head: 
I declare I’ve often dreamt of them, and had nightmares in my bed. 
But the frightfuller they are—­lawk! she loves them all the better,
She’d have Old Nick himself made of Chiney if they’d let her. 
Lawk-a-mercy! break her Chiney, and it’s breaking her very heart;
If I touched it, she would very soon say, “Mary, we must part.” 
To be sure she is unlucky:  only Friday comes Master Randall,
And breaks a broken spout, and fresh chips a tea-cup handle: 
He’s a dear, sweet little child, but he will so finger and touch,
And that’s why my Lady doesn’t take to children much. 
Well, there’s stupid Mr. Lambert, with his two greatcoat flaps. 
Must go and sit down on the Dresd’n shepherdesses’ laps,
As if there was no such things as rosewood chairs in the room! 
I couldn’t have made a greater sweep with the handle of the broom. 
Mercy on us! how my mistress began to rave and tear! 
Well, after all, there’s nothing like good ironstone ware for wear. 
If ever I marry, that’s flat, I’m sure it won’t be John Dockery—­
I should be a wretched woman in a shop full of crockery. 
I should never like to wipe it, though I love to be neat and tidy,
And afraid of meat on market-days every Monday and Friday
I’m very much mistook if Mr. Lambert’s will be a catch;
The breaking the Chiney will be the breaking-off of his own match. 
Missis wouldn’t have an angel, if he was careless about Chiney;
She never forgives a chip, if it’s ever so small and tiny. 
Lawk!  I never saw a man in all my life in such a taking;
I could find it in my heart to pity him for all his mischief-making. 
To see him stand a-hammering and stammering like a zany;
But what signifies apologies, if they won’t mend old Chaney! 
If he sent her up whole crates full, from Wedgwood’s and Mr. Spode’s,
He couldn’t make amends for the crack’d mandarins and smash’d toads. 

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