ker of man takes walks abroad with Pagan deities.
Where AZRAEL talks to the Graces Three, and the Muses Nine stand by,
And ask Greek riddles of BUDDHA, who never makes reply.
(Gentlemen all and ladies too as smart as a brand-new pin),
And nobody wonders how on earth so mixed a lot got in--
Here in the track of a thunderbolt from the nethernmost smithy
hurled,
With the groan of an ancient passion rent from the wreck of a
shattered world,
In the white-hot pincers of BAAL borne through cycles of agony,
Lit by the Pit's red wrath there came the Soul of a Sundered Flea.
And all that company started back; first AZRAEL grimly smiled,
The smile that an East-End Coster smiles, by a stout policeman
riled;
And BUDDHA made no remark at all, but nodded his heavy head,
Like a boy who has eaten too much dessert, and wants to be put to
bed.
And the Muses Nine, as they stood in line, they shuddered and
turned to go.
"A joke's a joke, but I can't bear fleas," said CLIO to ERATO.
And the Graces, the good Conservative Three, shrank back to a spot
remote,
And observed that they knew that this would come from letting the
Masses vote.
Then AZRAEL spake--"On the Stygian lake I floated a half-sinned sin
On the crest of a cross-grained stickleback, that is caught with a
crooked pin;
For a year and a day I watched it whirl, but never that sin could be
One-half so base as your gruesome face, O Soul of a Sundered Flea!
"What ill have ye done? Speak up, speak up!--for this is no place,
I trow,
For the puling people on virtue fed. So speak, or prepare to go."
But the Flea flew free from the pincers' grip, and uttered a
single phrase--
"I have lived on blood, as a gentleman should, and that is my
claim to praise."
Then a shout of joy from the throng went forth; they built him a
crystal throne,
And there in his pride, with none beside, he rules and he reigns
alone.
And this is the tale which I here set down, as the story was told
to me--
In excellent Rudyard-Kipling verse--the tale of the Sundered Flea.
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ANTICIPATORY NEWS (_from Our Own Court Tripping Newsman_).--Sir
ALGERNON BORTHWICK, Bart, M.P., will be raised to the Peerage with the
title of Lord MORNINGPOST, of Penniwise, Seefarshire, N.B.
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