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Yea, working all th' symbols and th' "props;" Now will I write of "morn" and "yesternight;" Now will I gush great gobs of soulful slops. Yea, I will smite! Grant me but "swerveless wynd," And I will pipe a cadence rife with thrills; With "nearness" and "foreverness" I'll bind A "downflung sheaf" of outslants, paeans and trills; Pass me th' "quenchless gleam of Titian hair," And eke th' "oozing forest's woozy clumps;" Now will I go upon a metric tear And smite th' lyre with great resounding thumps. THE KING OF BRENTFORD'S TESTAMENT. W. M. THACKERAY. The noble King of Brentford Was old and very sick, He summon'd his physicians To wait upon him quick: They stepp'd into their coaches And brought their best physick. They cramm'd their gracious master With potion and with pill; They drenched him and they bled him: They could not cure his ill. "Go fetch," says he, "my lawyer; I'd better make my will." The monarch's Royal mandate The lawyer did obey; The thought of six-and-eightpence Did make his heart full gay. "What is't," says he, "your Majesty Would wish of me to-day?" "The doctors have belabour'd me With potion and with pill: My hours of life are counted, O man of tape and quill! Sit down and mend a pen or two; I want to make my will. "O'er all the land of Brentford I'm lord, and eke of Kew: I've three-per-cents and five-per-cents; My debts are but a few; And to inherit after me I have but children two. "Prince Thomas is my eldest son; A sober prince is he, And from the day we breech'd him Till now--he's twenty-three-- He never caused disquiet To his poor mamma or me. "At school they never flogg'd him; At college, though not fast, Yet his little-go and great-go He creditably pass'd, And made his year's allowance For eighteen months to last. "He never owed a shilling, Went never drunk to bed, He has not two ideas Within his honest head-- In all respects he differs From my second son, Prince Ned. "When Tom has half his income Laid by at the year's end, Poor Ned has ne'er a stiver That rightly he may spend, But sponges on a tradesman, Or borrows from a friend. "While Tom his legal studi
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