EDWARD LEAR

(1812-1888)

Contents

The Poetry Collections

A BOOK OF NONSENSE

NONSENSE SONGS, STORIES, BOTANY AND ALPHABETS

MORE NONSENSE, PICTURES, RHYMES, BOTANY, ETC.

LAUGHABLE LYRICS, A FOURTH BOOK OF NONSENSE POEMS, SONGS, BOTANY, MUSIC, ETC.

NONSENSE SONGS AND STORIES

POSTHUMOUSLY PUBLISHED WORKS

The Poems

LIST OF POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

LIST OF POEMS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

Selected Paintings

LIST OF ARTWORKS

The Biography

BRIEF BIOGRAPHY by Franklin Lushington

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EDWARD LEAR

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The Poetry Collections

Holloway, Islington, London — Lear’s birthplace. The poet and illustrator was born in Bowman’s Place, now replaced by the playground of Grafton Primary School.

Lear, 1840

A BOOK OF NONSENSE

In 1846 Lear published his first volume of limericks, which would go on to sell in three editions, helping establish the poetic form in world literature. The first edition was published by Thomas McLean on 10 February. There were altogether seventy-two lithographic limericks in two volumes, selling at 3s 6d each. It was the convention at the time for children’s books to be published anonymously, so there was no mention of Lear’s name in the book.

Limericks are invariably typeset as four plus one lines presently, but Lear’s limericks were published in a variety of formats. It appears that Lear wrote them in manuscript in as many lines as there was room for beneath the picture. For the first three editions most are typeset as, respectively, two, five and three lines. In Lear’s limericks the first and last lines usually end with the same word, rather than rhyming. For the most part, they are truly nonsensical and devoid of any punch line or literal point. They are also free from the bawdiness that the verse form is now associated. A typical thematic element is the presence of a callous and critical “they.”

Although Lear’s nonsense books were popular during his lifetime, a rumour had spread that “Edward Lear” was merely a pseudonym and that the books’ true author was the man to whom Lear had dedicated them, his patron the Earl of Derby. Promoters of this rumour offered as evidence the facts that both men were named Edward, and that “Lear” is an anagram of “Earl.”

The third edition, bearing the poet’s name

CONTENTS

There was an Old Derry down Derry

There was an Old Man with a nose

There was a Young Person of Smyrna

There was an Old Man on a hill

There was an Old Person of Chili

There was an Old Man with a gong

There was an Old Man of Kilkenny

There was an Old Man of Columbia

There was an Old Man in a tree

There was an Old Lady of Chertsey

There was a Young Lady whose chin

There was an Old Man with a flute, —

There was a Young Lady of Portugal

There was an Old Person of Ischia

There was an Old Man of Vienna

There was an Old Man in a boat

There was an Old Person of Buda

There was an Old Man of Moldavia

There was an Old Person of Hurst

There was an Old Man of Madras

There was an Old Person of Dover

There was an Old Person of Leeds

There was an Old Person of Cadiz

There was an Old Man of the Isles

There was an Old Person of Basing

There was an Old Man who supposed

There was an Old Person whose habits

There was an Old Man of the West

There was an Old Man of Marseilles

There was an Old Man of the Wrekin

There was a Young Lady whose nose

There was a Young Lady of Norway

There was an Old Man of Apulia

There was an Old Man of Quebec, —

There was a Young Lady of Bute

There was an Old Person of Philœ

There was an Old Man with a poker

There was an Old Person of Prague

There was an Old Man of Peru

There was an Old Man of the North

There was an Old Person of Troy

There was an Old Person of Mold

There was an Old Person of Tring

There was an Old Man of Nepaul

There was an Old Man of the Nile

There was an Old Man of th’ Abruzzi

There was an Old Man of Calcutta

There was an Old Person of Rhodes

There was an Old Man of the South

There was an Old Man of Melrose

There was an Old Man of the Dee

There was a Young Lady of Lucca

There was an Old Man of Coblenz

There was an Old Man of Bohemia

There was an Old Man of Corfu

There was an Old Man of Vesuvius

There was an Old Man of Dundee

There was an Old Lady whose folly

There was an Old Man on some rocks

There was an Old Person of Rheims

There was an Old Man of Leghorn

There was an Old Man in a pew

There was an Old Man of Jamaica

There was an Old Man who said, “How

There was a Young Lady of Troy

There was a Young Lady of Hull

There was an Old Person of Dutton

There was an Old Man who said, “Hush!

There was a Young Lady of Russia

There was a Young Lady of Tyre

There was an Old Person of Bangor

There was an Old Man of the East

There was an Old Man of the Coast

There was an Old Man of Kamschatka

There was an Old Person of Gretna

There was an Old Man with a beard

There was an Old Man of Berlin

There was an Old Man of the West

There was an Old Person of Cheadle

There was an Old Person of Anerley

There was a Young Lady of Wales

There was a Young Lady of Welling

There was an Old Person of Tartary

There was an Old Man of Whitehaven

There was a Young Lady of Sweden

There was an Old Person of Chester

There was an Old Man of the Cape

There was an Old Person of Burton

There was an Old Person of Ems

There was a Young Girl of Majorca

There was a Young Lady of Poole

There was an Old Lady of Prague

There was a Young Lady of Parma

There was an Old Person of Sparta

There was an Old Man on whose nose

There was a Young Lady of Turkey

There was an Old Man of Aôsta

There was a Young Person of Crete

There was a Young Lady of Clare

There was a Young Lady of Dorking

There was an Old Man of Cape Horn

There was an old Person of Cromer

There was an Old Man of the Hague

There was an Old Person of Spain

There was an Old Man who said, “Well!

There was an Old Man with an Owl

There was an Old Man in a casement

There was an Old Person of Ewell

There was an Old Man of Peru.

There was an Old Man with a beard

There was a Young Lady whose eyes

There was a Young Lady of Ryde

There was a Young Lady whose bonnet

Lear’s great early patron, Edward Smith-Stanley, 13th Earl of Derby KG (1775-1851) was an English politician, landowner, builder, farmer, art collector and naturalist.

Knowsley Hall, near Liverpool. From 1832 to 1836 the Earl of Derby, who kept a private menagerie at his estate, employed Lear as a draughtsman.

There was an Old Derry down Derry

There was an Old Derry down Derry, who loved to see little folks merry;
So he made them a Book, and with laughter they shook At the fun of that Derry down Derry.

NONSENSE RHYMES AND PICTURES

NONSENSE RHYMES AND PICTURES

There was an Old Man with a nose

There was an Old Man with a nose,
Who said, “If you choose to suppose
That my nose is too long, you are certainly wrong!”
That remarkable Man with a nose.

There was a Young Person of Smyrna

There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her;
But she seized on the Cat, and said, “Granny, burn that!
You incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!”

There was an Old Man on a hill

There was an Old Man on a hill,
Who seldom, if ever, stood still;
He ran up and down in his Grandmother’s gown,
Which adorned that Old Man on a hill.

There was an Old Person of Chili

There was an Old Person of Chili,
Whose conduct was painful and silly;
He sate on the stairs, eating apples and pears,
That imprudent Old Person of Chili.

There was an Old Man with a gong

There was an Old Man with a gong,
Who bumped at it all the day long;
But they called out, “Oh, law! you’re a horrid old bore!”
So they smashed that Old Man with a gong.

There was an Old Man of Kilkenny

There was an Old Man of Kilkenny,
Who never had more than a penny;
He spent all that money in onions and honey,
That wayward Old Man of Kilkenny.

There was an Old Man of Columbia

There was an Old Man of Columbia,
Who was thirsty, and called out for some beer;
But they brought it quite hot, in a small copper pot,
Which disgusted that man of Columbia.

There was an Old Man in a tree

There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said, “Does it buzz?” he replied, “Yes, it does!
It’s a regular brute of a Bee.”

There was an Old Lady of Chertsey

There was an Old Lady of Chertsey,
Who made a remarkable curtsey;
She twirled round and round, till she sank underground,
Which distressed all the people of Chertsey.

There was a Young Lady whose chin

There was a Young Lady whose chin
Resembled the point of a pin;
So she had it made sharp, and purchased a harp,
And played several tunes with her chin.

There was an Old Man with a flute, —

There was an Old Man with a flute, —
A “sarpint” ran into his boot!
But he played day and night, till the “sarpint” took flight,
And avoided that Man with a flute.

There was a Young Lady of Portugal

There was a Young Lady of Portugal,
Whose ideas were excessively nautical;
She climbed up a tree to examine the sea,
But declared she would never leave Portugal.

There was an Old Person of Ischia

There was an Old Person of Ischia,
Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate thousands of figs,
That lively Old Person of Ischia

There was an Old Man of Vienna

There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
When that did not agree, he took Camomile Tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna.

There was an Old Man in a boat

There was an Old Man in a boat,
Who said, “I’m afloat! I’m afloat!”
When they said, “No, you ain’t!” he was ready to faint,
That unhappy Old Man in a boat.

There was an Old Person of Buda

There was an Old Person of Buda,
Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder,
Till at last with a hammer they silenced his clamor.
By smashing that Person of Buda.

There was an Old Man of Moldavia

There was an Old Man of Moldavia,
Who had the most curious behavior;
For while he was able, he slept on a table,
That funny Old Man of Moldavia.

There was an Old Person of Hurst

There was an Old Person of Hurst,
Who drank when he was not athirst;
When they said, “You’ll grow fatter!” he answered “What matter?”
That globular Person of Hurst.

There was an Old Man of Madras

There was an Old Man of Madras,
Who rode on a cream-colored Ass;
But the length of its ears so promoted his fears,
That it killed that Old Man of Madras.

There was an Old Person of Dover

There was an Old Person of Dover,
Who rushed through a field of blue clover;
But some very large Bees stung his nose and his knees,
So he very soon went back to Dover.

There was an Old Person of Leeds

There was an Old Person of Leeds,
Whose head was infested with beads;
She sat on a stool and ate gooseberry-fool,
Which agreed with that Person of Leeds.

There was an Old Person of Cadiz

There was an Old Person of Cadiz,
Who was always polite to all ladies;
But in handing his daughter, he fell into the water,
Which drowned that Old Person of Cadiz.

There was an Old Man of the Isles

There was an Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sang “High dum diddle,” and played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.

There was an Old Person of Basing

There was an Old Person of Basing,
Whose presence of mind was amazing;
He purchased a steed, which he rode at full speed,
And escaped from the people of Basing.

There was an Old Man who supposed

There was an Old Man who supposed
That the street door was partially closed;
But some very large Rats ate his coats and his hats,
While that futile Old Gentleman dozed.

There was an Old Person whose habits

There was an Old Person whose habits
Induced him to feed upon Rabbits;
When he’d eaten eighteen, he turned perfectly green,
Upon which he relinquished those habits.

There was an Old Man of the West

There was an Old Man of the West,
Who wore a pale plum-colored vest;
When they said, “Does it fit?” he replied, “Not a bit!”
That uneasy Old Man of the West.

There was an Old Man of Marseilles

There was an Old Man of Marseilles,
Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils:
They caught several Fish, which they put in a dish,
And sent to their Pa at Marseilles.

There was an Old Man of the Wrekin

There was an Old Man of the Wrekin,
Whose shoes made a horrible creaking;
But they said, “Tell us whether your shoes are of leather,
Or of what, you Old Man of the Wrekin?”

There was a Young Lady whose nose

There was a Young Lady whose nose
Was so long that it reached to her toes;
So she hired an Old Lady, whose conduct was steady,
To carry that wonderful nose.

There was a Young Lady of Norway

There was a Young Lady of Norway,
Who casually sat in a doorway;
When the door squeezed her flat, she exclaimed, “What of that?”
This courageous Young Lady of Norway.

There was an Old Man of Apulia

There was an Old Man of Apulia,
Whose conduct was very peculiar;
He fed twenty sons upon nothing but buns,
That whimsical Man of Apulia.

There was an Old Man of Quebec, —

There was an Old Man of Quebec, —
A beetle ran over his neck;
But he cried, “With a needle I’ll slay you, O beadle!”
That angry Old Man of Quebec.

There was a Young Lady of Bute

There was a Young Lady of Bute,
Who played on a silver-gilt flute;
She played several jigs to her Uncle’s white Pigs:
That amusing Young Lady of Bute.

There was an Old Person of Philœ

There was an Old Person of Philœ,
Whose conduct was scroobious and wily;
He rushed up a Palm when the weather was calm,
And observed all the ruins of Philœ.

There was an Old Man with a poker

There was an Old Man with a poker,
Who painted his face with red ochre.
When they said, “You ‘re a Guy!” he made no reply,
But knocked them all down with his poker.

There was an Old Person of Prague

There was an Old Person of Prague,
Who was suddenly seized with the plague;
But they gave him some butter, which caused him to mutter,
And cured that Old Person of Prague.

There was an Old Man of Peru

There was an Old Man of Peru,
Who watched his wife making a stew;
But once, by mistake, in a stove she did bake
That unfortunate Man of Peru.

There was an Old Man of the North

There was an Old Man of the North,
Who fell into a basin of broth;
But a laudable cook fished him out with a hook,
Which saved that Old Man of the North.

There was an Old Person of Troy

There was an Old Person of Troy,
Whose drink was warm brandy and soy,
Which he took with a spoon, by the light of the moon,
In sight of the city of Troy.

There was an Old Person of Mold

There was an Old Person of Mold,
Who shrank from sensations of cold;
So he purchased some muffs, some furs, and some fluffs,
And wrapped himself well from the cold.

There was an Old Person of Tring

There was an Old Person of Tring,
Who embellished his nose with a ring;
He gazed at the moon every evening in June,
That ecstatic Old Person of Tring.

There was an Old Man of Nepaul

There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
From his horse had a terrible fall;
But, though split quite in two, with some very strong glue
They mended that man of Nepaul.

There was an Old Man of the Nile

There was an Old Man of the Nile,
Who sharpened his nails with a file,
Till he cut off his thumbs, and said calmly, “This comes
Of sharpening one’s nails with a file!”

There was an Old Man of th’ Abruzzi

There was an Old Man of th’ Abruzzi,
So blind that he couldn’t his foot see;
When they said, “That’s your toe,” he replied, “Is it so?”
That doubtful Old Man of th’ Abruzzi.

There was an Old Man of Calcutta

There was an Old Man of Calcutta,
Who perpetually ate bread and butter;
Till a great bit of muffin, on which he was stuffing,
Choked that horrid Old Man of Calcutta.

There was an Old Person of Rhodes

There was an Old Person of Rhodes,
Who strongly objected to toads;
He paid several cousins to catch them by dozens,
That futile Old Person of Rhodes.

There was an Old Man of the South

There was an Old Man of the South,
Who had an immoderate mouth;
But in swallowing a dish that was quite full of Fish,
He was choked, that Old Man of the South.

There was an Old Man of Melrose

There was an Old Man of Melrose,
Who walked on the tips of his toes;
But they said, “It ain’t pleasant to see you at present,
You stupid Old Man of Melrose.”

There was an Old Man of the Dee

There was an Old Man of the Dee,
Who was sadly annoyed by a Flea;
When he said, “I will scratch it!” they gave him a hatchet,
Which grieved that Old Man of the Dee.

There was a Young Lady of Lucca

There was a Young Lady of Lucca,
Whose lovers completely forsook her;
She ran up a tree, and said “Fiddle-de-dee!”
Which embarrassed the people of Lucca.

There was an Old Man of Coblenz

There was an Old Man of Coblenz,
The length of whose legs was immense;
He went with one prance from Turkey to France,
That surprising Old Man of Coblenz.

There was an Old Man of Bohemia

There was an Old Man of Bohemia,
Whose daughter was christened Euphemia;
But one day, to his grief, she married a thief,
Which grieved that Old Man of Bohemia.

There was an Old Man of Corfu

There was an Old Man of Corfu,
Who never knew what he should do;
So he rushed up and down, till the sun made him brown,
That bewildered Old Man of Corfu.

There was an Old Man of Vesuvius

There was an Old Man of Vesuvius,
Who studied the works of Vitruvius;
When the flames burnt his book, to drinking he took,
That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.

There was an Old Man of Dundee

There was an Old Man of Dundee,
Who frequented the top of a tree;
When disturbed by the Crows, he abruptly arose,
And exclaimed, “I’ll return to Dundee!”

There was an Old Lady whose folly

There was an Old Lady whose folly
Induced her to sit in a holly;
Whereon, by a thorn her dress being torn,
She quickly became melancholy.

There was an Old Man on some rocks

There was an Old Man on some rocks,
Who shut his Wife up in a box:
When she said, “Let me out,” he exclaimed, “Without doubt
You will pass all your life in that box.”

There was an Old Person of Rheims

There was an Old Person of Rheims,
Who was troubled with horrible dreams;
So to keep him awake they fed him with cake,
Which amused that Old Person of Rheims.

There was an Old Man of Leghorn

There was an Old Man of Leghorn,
The smallest that ever was born;
But quickly snapt up he was once by a Puppy,
Who devoured that Old Man of Leghorn.

There was an Old Man in a pew

There was an Old Man in a pew,
Whose waistcoat was spotted with blue;
But he tore it in pieces, to give to his Nieces,
That cheerful Old Man in a pew.

There was an Old Man of Jamaica

There was an Old Man of Jamaica,
Who suddenly married a Quaker;
But she cried out, “Oh, lack! I have married a black!”
Which distressed that Old Man of Jamaica.

There was an Old Man who said, “How

There was an Old Man who said, “How
Shall I flee from this horrible Cow?
I will sit on this stile, and continue to smile,
Which may soften the heart of that Cow.”

There was a Young Lady of Troy

There was a Young Lady of Troy,
Whom several large flies did annoy;
Some she killed with a thump, some she drowned at the pump,
And some she took with her to Troy.

There was a Young Lady of Hull

There was a Young Lady of Hull,
Who was chased by a virulent Bull;
But she seized on a spade, and called out, “Who’s afraid?”
Which distracted that virulent Bull.

There was an Old Person of Dutton

There was an Old Person of Dutton,
Whose head was as small as a button;
So to make it look big he purchased a wig,
And rapidly rushed about Dutton.

There was an Old Man who said, “Hush!

There was an Old Man who said, “Hush!
I perceive a young bird in this bush!”
When they said, “Is it small?” he replied, “Not at all;
It is four times as big as the bush!”

There was a Young Lady of Russia

There was a Young Lady of Russia,
Who screamed so that no one could hush her;
Her screams were extreme, — no one heard such a scream
As was screamed by that Lady of Russia.

There was a Young Lady of Tyre

There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep she enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre.

There was an Old Person of Bangor

There was an Old Person of Bangor,
Whose face was distorted with anger;
He tore off his boots, and subsisted on roots,
That borascible Person of Bangor.

There was an Old Man of the East

There was an Old Man of the East,
Who gave all his children a feast;
But they all ate so much, and their conduct was such,
That it killed that Old Man of the East.

There was an Old Man of the Coast

There was an Old Man of the Coast,
Who placidly sat on a post;
But when it was cold he relinquished his hold,
And called for some hot buttered toast.

There was an Old Man of Kamschatka

There was an Old Man of Kamschatka,
Who possessed a remarkably fat Cur;
His gait and his waddle were held as a model
To all the fat dogs in Kamschatka.

There was an Old Person of Gretna

There was an Old Person of Gretna,
Who rushed down the crater of Etna;
When they said, “Is it hot?” he replied, “No, it’s not!”
That mendacious Old Person of Gretna.

There was an Old Man with a beard

There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who sat on a Horse when he reared;
But they said, “Never mind! you will fall off behind,
You propitious Old Man with a beard!”

There was an Old Man of Berlin

There was an Old Man of Berlin,
Whose form was uncommonly thin;
Till he once, by mistake, was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.

There was an Old Man of the West

There was an Old Man of the West,
Who never could get any rest;
So they set him to spin on his nose and his chin,
Which cured that Old Man of the West.

There was an Old Person of Cheadle

There was an Old Person of Cheadle
Was put in the stocks by the Beadle
For stealing some pigs, some coats, and some wigs,
That horrible person of Cheadle.

There was an Old Person of Anerley

There was an Old Person of Anerley,
Whose conduct was strange and unmannerly;
He rushed down the Strand with a Pig in each hand,
But returned in the evening to Anerley.

There was a Young Lady of Wales

There was a Young Lady of Wales,
Who caught a large Fish without scales;
When she lifted her hook, she exclaimed, “Only look!”
That ecstatic Young Lady of Wales.

There was a Young Lady of Welling

There was a Young Lady of Welling,
Whose praise all the world was a-telling;
She played on the harp, and caught several Carp,
That accomplished Young Lady of Welling.

There was an Old Person of Tartary

There was an Old Person of Tartary,
Who divided his jugular artery;
But he screeched to his Wife, and she said, “Oh, my life!
Your death will be felt by all Tartary!”

There was an Old Man of Whitehaven

There was an Old Man of Whitehaven,
Who danced a quadrille with a Raven;
But they said, “It’s absurd to encourage this bird!”
So they smashed that Old Man of Whitehaven.

There was a Young Lady of Sweden

There was a Young Lady of Sweden,
Who went by the slow train to Weedon;
When they cried, “Weedon Station!” she made no observation,
But thought she should go back to Sweden.

There was an Old Person of Chester

There was an Old Person of Chester,
Whom several small children did pester;
They threw some large stones, which broke most of his bones,
And displeased that Old Person of Chester.

There was an Old Man of the Cape

There was an Old Man of the Cape,
Who possessed a large Barbary Ape;
Till the Ape, one dark night, set the house all alight,
Which burned that Old Man of the Cape.

There was an Old Person of Burton

There was an Old Person of Burton,
Whose answers were rather uncertain;
When they said, “How d’ ye do?” he replied, “Who are you?”
That distressing Old Person of Burton.

There was an Old Person of Ems

There was an Old Person of Ems
Who casually fell in the Thames;
And when he was found, they said he was drowned,
That unlucky Old Person of Ems.

There was a Young Girl of Majorca

There was a Young Girl of Majorca,
Whose Aunt was a very fast walker;
She walked seventy miles, and leaped fifteen stiles,
Which astonished that Girl of Majorca.

There was a Young Lady of Poole

There was a Young Lady of Poole,
Whose soup was excessively cool;
So she put it to boil by the aid of some oil,
That ingenious Young Lady of Poole.

There was an Old Lady of Prague

There was an Old Lady of Prague,
Whose language was horribly vague;
When they said, “Are these caps?” she answered, “Perhaps!”
That oracular Lady of Prague.

There was a Young Lady of Parma

There was a Young Lady of Parma,
Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer:
When they said, “Are you dumb?” she merely said, “Hum!”
That provoking Young Lady of Parma.

There was an Old Person of Sparta

There was an Old Person of Sparta,
Who had twenty-five sons and one “darter;”
He fed them on Snails, and weighed them in scales,
That wonderful Person of Sparta.

There was an Old Man on whose nose

There was an Old Man on whose nose
Most birds of the air could repose;
But they all flew away at the closing of day,
Which relieved that Old Man and his nose.

There was a Young Lady of Turkey

There was a Young Lady of Turkey,
Who wept when the weather was murky;
When the day turned out fine, she ceased to repine,
That capricious Young Lady of Turkey.

There was an Old Man of Aôsta

There was an Old Man of Aôsta
Who possessed a large Cow, but he lost her;
But they said, “Don’t you see she has run up a tree,
You invidious Old Man of Aôsta?”

There was a Young Person of Crete

There was a Young Person of Crete,
Whose toilette was far from complete;
She dressed in a sack spickle-speckled with black,
That ombliferous Person of Crete.

There was a Young Lady of Clare

There was a Young Lady of Clare,
Who was madly pursued by a Bear;
When she found she was tired, she abruptly expired,
That unfortunate Lady of Clare.

There was a Young Lady of Dorking

There was a Young Lady of Dorking,
Who bought a large bonnet for walking;
But its color and size so bedazzled her eyes,
That she very soon went back to Dorking.

There was an Old Man of Cape Horn

There was an Old Man of Cape Horn,
Who wished he had never been born;
So he sat on a Chair till he died of despair,
That dolorous Man of Cape Horn.

There was an old Person of Cromer

There was an old Person of Cromer,
Who stood on one leg to read Homer;
When he found he grew stiff, he jumped over the cliff,
Which concluded that Person of Cromer.

There was an Old Man of the Hague

There was an Old Man of the Hague,
Whose ideas were excessively vague;
He built a balloon to examine the moon,
That deluded Old Man of the Hague.

There was an Old Person of Spain

There was an Old Person of Spain,
Who hated all trouble and pain;
So he sate on a chair with his feet in the air,
That umbrageous Old Person of Spain.

There was an Old Man who said, “Well!

There was an Old Man who said, “Well!
Will nobody answer this bell?
I have pulled day and night, till my hair has grown white,
But nobody answers this bell!”

There was an Old Man with an Owl

There was an Old Man with an Owl,
Who continued to bother and howl;
He sat on a rail, and imbibed bitter ale,
Which refreshed that Old Man and his Owl.

There was an Old Man in a casement

There was an Old Man in a casement,
Who held up his hands in amazement;
When they said, “Sir, you’ll fall!” he replied, “Not at all!”
That incipient Old Man in a casement.

There was an Old Person of Ewell

There was an Old Person of Ewell,
Who chiefly subsisted on gruel;
But to make it more nice, he inserted some Mice,
Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.

There was an Old Man of Peru.

There was an Old Man of Peru.
Who never knew what he should do;
So he tore off his hair, and behaved like a bear,
That intrinsic Old Man of Peru.

There was an Old Man with a beard

There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, “It is just as I feared! —
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard.”

There was a Young Lady whose eyes

There was a Young Lady whose eyes
Were unique as to color and size;
When she opened them wide, people all turned aside,
And started away in surprise.

There was a Young Lady of Ryde

There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied;
She purchased some clogs, and some small spotty Dogs,
And frequently walked about Ryde.

There was a Young Lady whose bonnet

There was a Young Lady whose bonnet
Came untied when the birds sate upon it;
But she said, “I don’t care! all the birds in the air
Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!”

NONSENSE SONGS, STORIES, BOTANY AND ALPHABETS

Lear’s second collection of nonsense poetry was not published until 25 years later in 1871 and it contains what is regarded as the poet’s most enduring poetic achievement.  The Owl and the Pussycat was initially composed for Janet Symonds, the three-year-old daughter of Lear’s friend and fellow poet, John Addington Symonds and his wife Catherine Symonds. The poem features four anthropomorphic animals — an owl, a cat, a pig and a turkey – recounting the story of the love between the title characters, who eventually marry in the land “where the Bong-tree grows”.

In the narrative of the poem, the Owl and the Pussycat set out to sea in a pea green boat, with honey and “plenty of money” wrapped in a five pound note. The Owl serenades the Pussycat, whilst gazing at the stars and strumming a small guitar. He describes her as beautiful and she urges that they should be married, yet she is concerned that they have no ring. They sail away for a year and a day to a land where Bong trees grow and they discover a pig with a ring in his nose in a wood. There, they buy the ring for a shilling and are married the next day by a turkey. They dine on mince and quince using a “runcible spoon” — an original expression developed by Lear that has since become famous — and together they dance hand-in-hand on the sand in the moonlight.

Interestingly, a fragment of an unfinished sequel, The Children of the Owl and the Pussycat, was published posthumously in 1938 and can be read here.

The first edition

CONTENTS

NONSENSE SONGS.

THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.

THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO.

THE DADDY LONG-LEGS AND THE FLY.

THE JUMBLIES.

THE NUTCRACKERS AND THE SUGAR-TONGS.

CALICO PIE.

MR. AND MRS. SPIKKY SPARROW.

THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER, AND THE TONGS.

THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR.

NONSENSE STORIES.

THE STORY OF THE FOUR LITTLE CHILDREN WHO WENT ROUND THE WORLD.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN FAMILIES OF THE LAKE PIPPLE-POPPLE.

NONSENSE COOKERY.

Extract from the Nonsense Gazette, for August, 1870.

THREE RECEIPTS FOR DOMESTIC COOKERY.

TO MAKE AN AMBLONGUS PIE.

TO MAKE CRUMBOBBLIOUS CUTLETS.

TO MAKE GOSKY PATTIES.

NONSENSE BOTANY.

NONSENSE ALPHABETS.

ALPHABET I. (1871)

ALPHABET II. (1871)

ALPHABET III. (1871)

NONSENSE SONGS.

THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.

I.

    The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
      In a beautiful pea-green boat:
    They took some honey, and plenty of money
      Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
    The Owl looked up to the stars above,
      And sang to a small guitar,
   “O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
        What a beautiful Pussy you are,
          You are,
          You are!
      What a beautiful Pussy you are!”

II.

    Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl,
      How charmingly sweet you sing!
    Oh! let us be married; too long we have tarried:
      But what shall we do for a ring?”
    They sailed away, for a year and a day,
      To the land where the bong-tree grows;
    And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
      With a ring at the end of his nose,
          His nose,
          His nose,
      With a ring at the end of his nose.

III.

    “Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
      Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
    So they took it away, and were married next day
      By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
    They dined on mince and slices of quince,
      Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
    And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
      They danced by the light of the moon,
          The moon,
          The moon,
    They danced by the light of the moon.

THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO.

I.

    Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
       “Good gracious! how you hop
    Over the fields, and the water too,
        As if you never would stop!
    My life is a bore in this nasty pond;
    And I long to go out in the world beyond:
        I wish I could hop like you,”
        Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.

II.

   “Please give me a ride on your back,”
        Said the Duck to the Kangaroo:
   “I would sit quite still, and say nothing but ‘Quack’
        The whole of the long day through;
    And we ‘d go the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,
    Over the land, and over the sea:
        Please take me a ride! oh, do!”
        Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.

III.

    Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,
       “This requires some little reflection.
    Perhaps, on the whole, it might bring me luck;
        And there seems but one objection;
    Which is, if you’ll let me speak so bold,
    Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,
        And would probably give me the roo-
        Matiz,” said the Kangaroo.

IV.

    Said the Duck, “As I sate on the rocks,
        I have thought over that completely;
    And I bought four pairs of worsted socks,
        Which fit my web-feet neatly;
    And, to keep out the cold, I’ve bought a cloak;
    And every day a cigar I’ll smoke;
        All to follow my own dear true
        Love of a Kangaroo.”

V.

    Said the Kangaroo, “I’m ready,
        All in the moonlight pale;
    But to balance me well, dear Duck, sit steady,
        And quite at the end of my tail.”
    So away they went with a hop and a bound;
    And they hopped the whole world three times round.
        And who so happy, oh! who,
        As the Duck and the Kangaroo?

THE DADDY LONG-LEGS AND THE FLY.

I.

    Once Mr. Daddy Long-legs,
        Dressed in brown and gray,
    Walked about upon the sands
        Upon a summer’s day:
    And there among the pebbles,
        When the wind was rather cold,
    He met with Mr. Floppy Fly,
        All dressed in blue and gold;
    And, as it was too soon to dine,
    They drank some periwinkle-wine,
    And played an hour or two, or more,
    At battlecock and shuttledore.

II.

    Said Mr. Daddy Long-legs
        To Mr. Floppy Fly,
    “Why do you never come to court?
        I wish you ‘d tell me why.
    All gold and shine, in dress so fine,
        You’d quite delight the court.
    Why do you never go at all?
        I really think you ought.
    And, if you went, you’d see such sights!
    Such rugs and jugs and candle-lights!
    And, more than all, the king and queen, —
    One in red, and one in green.”

III.

    “O Mr. Daddy Long-legs!”
        Said Mr. Floppy Fly,
    “It’s true I never go to court;
        And I will tell you why.
    If I had six long legs like yours,
        At once I’d go to court;
    But, oh! I can’t, because my legs
        Are so extremely short.
    And I’m afraid the king and queen
    (One in red, and one in green)
    Would say aloud, ‘You are not fit,
    You Fly, to come to court a bit!’”

IV.

    “Oh, Mr. Daddy Long-legs!”
        Said Mr. Floppy Fly,
    “I wish you ‘d sing one little song,
        One mumbian melody.
    You used to sing so awful well
        In former days gone by;
    But now you never sing at all:
        I wish you’d tell me why:
    For, if you would, the silvery sound
    Would please the shrimps and cockles round,
    And all the crabs would gladly come
    To hear you sing, ‘Ah, Hum di Hum!’”

V.

    Said Mr. Daddy Long-legs,
       “I can never sing again;
    And, if you wish, I’ll tell you why,
        Although it gives me pain.
    For years I cannot hum a bit,
        Or sing the smallest song;
    And this the dreadful reason is, —
        My legs are grown too long!
    My six long legs, all here and there,
    Oppress my bosom with despair;
    And, if I stand or lie or sit,
    I cannot sing one single bit!”

VI.

    So Mr. Daddy Long-legs
        And Mr. Floppy Fly
    Sat down in silence by the sea,
        And gazed upon the sky.
    They said, “This is a dreadful thing!
        The world has all gone wrong,
    Since one has legs too short by half,
        The other much too long.
    One never more can go to court,
    Because his legs have grown too short;
    The other cannot sing a song,
    Because his legs have grown too long!”

VII.

    Then Mr. Daddy Long-legs
        And Mr. Floppy Fly
    Rushed downward to the foamy sea
        With one sponge-taneous cry:
    And there they found a little boat,
        Whose sails were pink and gray;
    And off they sailed among the waves,
        Far and far away:
    They sailed across the silent main,
    And reached the great Gromboolian Plain;
    And there they play forevermore
    At battlecock and shuttledore.

THE JUMBLIES.

I.

    They went to sea in a sieve, they did;
        In a sieve they went to sea:
    In spite of all their friends could say,
    On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day,
        In a sieve they went to sea.
    And when the sieve turned round and round,
    And every one cried, “You’ll all be drowned!”
    They called aloud, “Our sieve ain’t big;
    But we don’t care a button, we don’t care a fig:
        In a sieve we’ll go to sea!”
             Far and few, far and few,
        Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
             Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
        And they went to sea in a sieve.

II.

    They sailed away in a sieve, they did,
        In a sieve they sailed so fast,
    With only a beautiful pea-green veil
    Tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail,
        To a small tobacco-pipe mast.
    And every one said who saw them go,
   “Oh! won’t they be soon upset, you know?
    For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long;
    And, happen what may, it’s extremely wrong
        In a sieve to sail so fast.”
            Far and few, far and few,
        Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
            Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
        And they went to sea in a sieve.

III.

    The water it soon came in, it did;
        The water it soon came in:
    So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
        In a pinky paper all folded neat;
    And they fastened it down with a pin.
    And they passed the night in a crockery-jar;
    And each of them said, “How wise we are!
    Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
    Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
        While round in our sieve we spin.”
            Far and few, far and few,
        Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
            Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
        And they went to sea in a sieve.

IV.

    And all night long they sailed away;
        And when the sun went down,
    They whistled and warbled a moony song
        To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
    In the shade of the mountains brown.
   “O Timballoo! How happy we are
    When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar!
    And all night long, in the moonlight pale,
    We sail away with a pea-green sail
        In the shade of the mountains brown.”
            Far and few, far and few,
        Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
            Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
        And they went to sea in a sieve.

V.

    They sailed to the Western Sea, they did, —
        To a land all covered with trees:
    And they bought an owl, and a useful cart,
        And a pound of rice, and a cranberry-tart,
    And a hive of silvery bees;
    And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws,
    And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws,
    And forty bottles of ring-bo-ree,
        And no end of Stilton cheese.
            Far and few, far and few,
        Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
            Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
        And they went to sea in a sieve.

VI.

    And in twenty years they all came back, —
        In twenty years or more;
    And every one said, “How tall they’ve grown!
        For they’ve been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
    And the hills of the Chankly Bore.”
    And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
    Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
    And every one said, “If we only live,
    We, too, will go to sea in a sieve,
        To the hills of the Chankly Bore.”
            Far and few, far and few,
        Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
            Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
        And they went to sea in a sieve.

THE NUTCRACKERS AND THE SUGAR-TONGS.

I.

    The Nutcrackers sate by a plate on the table;
        The Sugar-tongs sate by a plate at his side;
    And the Nutcrackers said, “Don’t you wish we were able
        Along the blue hills and green meadows to ride?
    Must we drag on this stupid existence forever,
        So idle and weary, so full of remorse,
    While every one else takes his pleasure, and never
        Seems happy unless he is riding a horse?

II.

    “Don’t you think we could ride without being instructed,
        Without any saddle or bridle or spur?
    Our legs are so long, and so aptly constructed,
        I’m sure that an accident could not occur.
    Let us all of a sudden hop down from the table,
        And hustle downstairs, and each jump on a horse!
    Shall we try? Shall we go? Do you think we are able?”
        The Sugar-tongs answered distinctly, “Of course!”

III.

    So down the long staircase they hopped in a minute;
        The Sugar-tongs snapped, and the Crackers said “Crack!”
    The stable was open; the horses were in it:
        Each took out a pony, and jumped on his back.
    The Cat in a fright scrambled out of the doorway;
        The Mice tumbled out of a bundle of hay;
    The brown and white Rats, and the black ones from Norway,
        Screamed out, “They are taking the horses away!”

IV.

    The whole of the household was filled with amazement:
        The Cups and the Saucers danced madly about;
    The Plates and the Dishes looked out of the casement;
        The Salt-cellar stood on his head with a shout;
    The Spoons, with a clatter, looked out of the lattice;
        The Mustard-pot climbed up the gooseberry-pies;
    The Soup-ladle peeped through a heap of veal-patties,
        And squeaked with a ladle-like scream of surprise.

V.

    The Frying-pan said, “It’s an awful delusion!”
        The Tea-kettle hissed, and grew black in the face;
    And they all rushed downstairs in the wildest confusion
        To see the great Nutcracker-Sugar-tong race.
    And out of the stable, with screamings and laughter
        (Their ponies were cream-colored, speckled with brown),
    The Nutcrackers first, and the Sugar-tongs after;
        Rode all round the yard, and then all round the town.

VI.

    They rode through the street, and they rode by the station;
        They galloped away to the beautiful shore;
    In silence they rode, and “made no observation,”
        Save this: “We will never go back any more!”
    And still you might hear, till they rode out of hearing,
        The Sugar-tongs snap, and the Crackers say “Crack!”
    Till, far in the distance their forms disappearing,
        They faded away; and they never came back!

CALICO PIE.

I.

      Calico pie,
      The little birds fly
    Down to the calico-tree:
      Their wings were blue,
      And they sang “Tilly-loo!”
      Till away they flew;
        And they never came back to me!
          They never came back,
          They never came back,
        They never came back to me!

II.

      Calico jam,
      The little Fish swam
    Over the Syllabub Sea.
      He took off his hat
      To the Sole and the Sprat,
      And the Willeby-wat:
        But he never came back to me;
          He never came back,
          He never came back,
        He never came back to me.

III.

      Calico ban,
      The little Mice ran
    To be ready in time for tea;
      Flippity flup,
      They drank it all up,
      And danced in the cup:
        But they never came back to me;
          They never came back,
          They never came back,
        They never came back to me.

IV.

      Calico drum,
      The Grasshoppers come,
    The Butterfly, Beetle, and Bee,
      Over the ground,
      Around and round,
      With a hop and a bound;
        But they never came back,
          They never came back,
          They never came back.
        They never came back to me.

MR. AND MRS. SPIKKY SPARROW.

I.

    On a little piece of wood
    Mr. Spikky Sparrow stood:
    Mrs. Sparrow sate close by,
    A-making of an insect-pie
    For her little children five,
    In the nest and all alive;
    Singing with a cheerful smile,
    To amuse them all the while,
       “Twikky wikky wikky wee,
        Wikky bikky twikky tee,
            Spikky bikky bee!”

II.

    Mrs. Spikky Sparrow said,
    “Spikky, darling! in my head
    Many thoughts of trouble come,
    Like to flies upon a plum.
    All last night, among the trees,
    I heard you cough, I heard you sneeze;
    And thought I, ‘It’s come to that
    Because he does not wear a hat!’
        Chippy wippy sikky tee,
        Bikky wikky tikky mee,
            Spikky chippy wee!

III.

    “Not that you are growing old;
    But the nights are growing cold.
    No one stays out all night long
    Without a hat: I’m sure it’s wrong!”
    Mr. Spikky said, “How kind,
    Dear, you are, to speak your mind!
    All your life I wish you luck!
    You are, you are, a lovely duck!
        Witchy witchy witchy wee,
        Twitchy witchy witchy bee,
            Tikky tikky tee!

IV.

    “I was also sad, and thinking,
    When one day I saw you winking,
    And I heard you sniffle-snuffle,
    And I saw your feathers ruffle:
    To myself I sadly said,
    ‘She’s neuralgia in her head!
    That dear head has nothing on it!
    Ought she not to wear a bonnet?’
        Witchy kitchy kitchy wee,
        Spikky wikky mikky bee,
            Chippy wippy chee!

V.

    “Let us both fly up to town:
    There I’ll buy you such a gown!
    Which, completely in the fashion,
    You shall tie a sky-blue sash on;
    And a pair of slippers neat
    To fit your darling little feet,
    So that you will look and feel
    Quite galloobious and genteel.
        Jikky wikky bikky see,
        Chicky bikky wikky bee,
            Twicky witchy wee!”

VI.

    So they both to London went,
    Alighting on the Monument;
    Whence they flew down swiftly — pop!
    Into Moses’ wholesale shop:
    There they bought a hat and bonnet,
    And a gown with spots upon it,
    A satin sash of Cloxam blue,
    And a pair of slippers too.
        Zikky wikky mikky bee,
        Witchy witchy mitchy kee,
            Sikky tikky wee!

VII.

    Then, when so completely dressed,
    Back they flew, and reached their nest.
    Their children cried, “O ma and pa!
    How truly beautiful you are!”
    Said they, “We trust that cold or pain
    We shall never feel again;
    While, perched on tree or house or steeple,
    We now shall look like other people.
        Witchy witchy witchy wee,
        Twikky mikky bikky bee,
            Zikky sikky tee!”

THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER, AND THE TONGS.

I.

    The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
      They all took a drive in the Park;
    And they each sang a song, ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
      Before they went back in the dark.
    Mr. Poker he sate quite upright in the coach;
      Mr. Tongs made a clatter and clash;
    Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch);
      Mrs. Broom was in blue (with a sash).
        Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
        And they all sang a song.

II.

   “O Shovely so lovely!” the Poker he sang,
     “You have perfectly conquered my heart.
    Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! If you’re pleased with my song,
      I will feed you with cold apple-tart.
    When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,
      You enrapture my life with delight,
    Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round,
      And your shape is so slender and bright!
        Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
        Ain’t you pleased with my song?”

III.

   “Alas! Mrs. Broom,” sighed the Tongs in his song,
     “Oh! is it because I’m so thin,
    And my legs are so long, — ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! —
      That you don’t care about me a pin?
    Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,
      Ah! why don’t you heed my complaint?
    Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,
      Because you are covered with paint?
        Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
        You are certainly wrong.”

IV.

    Mrs. Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,
     “What nonsense you’re singing to-day!”
    Said the Shovel, “I’ll certainly hit you a bang!”
      Said the Broom, “And I’ll sweep you away!”
    So the coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
      Perceiving their anger with pain;
    But they put on the kettle, and little by little
      They all became happy again.
        Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
        There’s an end of my song.

THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR.

I.

    Said the Table to the Chair,
    “You can hardly be aware
    How I suffer from the heat
    And from chilblains on my feet.
    If we took a little walk,
    We might have a little talk;
    Pray let us take the air,”
    Said the Table to the Chair.

II.

    Said the Chair unto the Table,
    “Now, you know we are not able:
    How foolishly you talk,
    When you know we cannot walk!”
    Said the Table with a sigh,
    “It can do no harm to try.
    I’ve as many legs as you:
    Why can’t we walk on two?”

III.

    So they both went slowly down,
    And walked about the town
    With a cheerful bumpy sound
    As they toddled round and round;
    And everybody cried,
    As they hastened to their side,
    “See! the Table and the Chair
    Have come out to take the air!”

IV.

    But in going down an alley,
    To a castle in a valley,
    They completely lost their way,
    And wandered all the day;
    Till, to see them safely back,
    They paid a Ducky-quack,
    And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
    Who took them to their house.

V.

    Then they whispered to each other,
    “O delightful little brother,
    What a lovely walk we’ve taken!
    Let us dine on beans and bacon.”
    So the Ducky and the leetle
    Browny-Mousy and the Beetle
    Dined, and danced upon their heads
    Till they toddled to their beds.

* * * * *

NONSENSE STORIES.

THE STORY OF THE FOUR LITTLE CHILDREN WHO WENT ROUND THE WORLD.

Once upon a time, a long while ago, there were four little people whose names were

and they all thought they should like to see the world. So they bought a large boat to sail quite round the world by sea, and then they were to come back on the other side by land. The boat was painted blue with green spots, and the sail was yellow with red stripes: and, when they set off, they only took a small Cat to steer and look after the boat, besides an elderly Quangle-Wangle, who had to cook the dinner and make the tea; for which purposes they took a large kettle.

For the first ten days they sailed on beautifully, and found plenty to eat, as there were lots of fish; and they had only to take them out of the sea with a long spoon, when the Quangle-Wangle instantly cooked them; and the Pussy-Cat was fed with the bones, with which she expressed herself pleased, on the whole: so that all the party were very happy.

During the daytime, Violet chiefly occupied herself in putting salt water into a churn; while her three brothers churned it violently, in the hope that it would turn into butter, which it seldom if ever did; and in the evening they all retired into the tea-kettle, where they all managed to sleep very comfortably, while Pussy and the Quangle-Wangle managed the boat.

After a time, they saw some land at a distance; and, when they came to it, they found it was an island made of water quite surrounded by earth. Besides that, it was bordered by evanescent isthmuses, with a great gulf-stream running about all over it; so that it was perfectly beautiful, and contained only a single tree, 503 feet high.

When they had landed, they walked about, but found, to their great surprise, that the island was quite full of veal-cutlets and chocolate-drops, and nothing else. So they all climbed up the single high tree to discover, if possible, if there were any people; but having remained on the top of the tree for a week, and not seeing anybody, they naturally concluded that there were no inhabitants; and accordingly, when they came down, they loaded the boat with two thousand veal-cutlets and a million of chocolate-drops; and these afforded them sustenance for more than a month, during which time they pursued their voyage with the utmost delight and apathy.

After this they came to a shore where there were no less than sixty-five great red parrots with blue tails, sitting on a rail all of a row, and all fast asleep. And I am sorry to say that the Pussy-Cat and the Quangle-Wangle crept softly, and bit off the tail-feathers of all the sixty-five parrots; for which Violet reproved them both severely.

Notwithstanding which, she proceeded to insert all the feathers — two hundred and sixty in number — in her bonnet; thereby causing it to have a lovely and glittering appearance, highly prepossessing and efficacious.

The next thing that happened to them was in a narrow part of the sea, which was so entirely full of fishes that the boat could go on no farther: so they remained there about six weeks, till they had eaten nearly all the fishes, which were soles, and all ready-cooked, and covered with shrimp-sauce, so that there was no trouble whatever.

And as the few fishes who remained uneaten complained of the cold, as well as of the difficulty they had in getting any sleep on account of the extreme noise made by the arctic bears and the tropical turnspits, which frequented the neighborhood in great numbers, Violet most amiably knitted a small woollen frock for several of the fishes, and Slingsby administered some opium-drops to them; through which kindness they became quite warm, and slept soundly.

Then they came to a country which was wholly covered with immense orange-trees of a vast size, and quite full of fruit. So they all landed, taking with them the tea-kettle, intending to gather some of the oranges, and place them in it. But, while they were busy about this, a most dreadfully high wind rose, and blew out most of the parrot-tail feathers from Violet’s bonnet. That, however, was nothing compared with the calamity of the oranges falling down on their heads by millions and millions, which thumped and bumped and bumped and thumped them all so seriously, that they were obliged to run as hard as they could for their lives; besides that the sound of the oranges rattling on the tea-kettle was of the most fearful and amazing nature.

Nevertheless, they got safely to the boat, although considerably vexed and hurt; and the Quangle-Wangle’s right foot was so knocked about, that he had to sit with his head in his slipper for at least a week.

This event made them all for a time rather melancholy: and perhaps they might never have become less so, had not Lionel, with a most praiseworthy devotion and perseverance, continued to stand on one leg,
and whistle to them in a loud and lively manner; which diverted the whole party so extremely that they gradually recovered their spirits, and agreed that whenever they should reach home, they would subscribe towards a testimonial to Lionel, entirely made of gingerbread and raspberries, as an earnest token of their sincere and grateful infection.

After sailing on calmly for several more days, they came to another country, where they were much pleased and surprised to see a countless multitude of white Mice with red eyes, all sitting in a great circle, slowly eating custard-pudding with the most satisfactory and polite demeanor.

And as the four travellers were rather hungry, being tired of eating nothing but soles and oranges for so long a period, they held a council as to the propriety of asking the Mice for some of their pudding in a humble and affecting manner, by which they could hardly be otherwise than gratified. It was agreed, therefore, that Guy should go and ask the Mice, which he immediately did; and the result was, that they gave a walnut-shell only half full of custard diluted with water. Now, this displeased Guy, who said, “Out of such a lot of pudding as you have got, I must say, you might have spared a somewhat larger quantity.” But no sooner had he finished speaking than the Mice turned round at once, and sneezed at him in an appalling and vindictive manner (and it is impossible to imagine a more scroobious and unpleasant sound than that caused by the simultaneous sneezing of many millions of angry Mice); so that Guy rushed back to the boat, having first shied his cap into the middle of the custard-pudding, by which means he completely spoiled the Mice’s dinner.

By and by the four children came to a country where there were no houses, but only an incredibly innumerable number of large bottles without corks, and of a dazzling and sweetly susceptible blue color. Each of these blue bottles contained a Blue-Bottle-Fly; and all these interesting animals live continually together in the most copious and rural harmony: nor perhaps in many parts of the world is such perfect and abject happiness to be found. Violet and Slingsby and Guy and Lionel were greatly struck with this singular and instructive settlement; and, having previously asked permission of the Blue-Bottle-Flies (which was most courteously granted), the boat was drawn up to the shore, and they proceeded to make tea in front of the bottles: but as they had no tea-leaves, they merely placed some pebbles in the hot water; and the Quangle-Wangle played some tunes over it on an accordion, by which, of course, tea was made directly, and of the very best quality.

The four children then entered into conversation with the Blue-Bottle-Flies, who discoursed in a placid and genteel manner, though with a slightly buzzing accent, chiefly owing to the fact that they each held a small clothes-brush between their teeth, which naturally occasioned a fizzy, extraneous utterance.

“Why,” said Violet, “would you kindly inform us, do you reside in bottles; and, if in bottles at all, why not, rather, in green or purple, or, indeed, in yellow bottles?”

To which questions a very aged Blue-Bottle-Fly answered, “We found the bottles here all ready to live in; that is to say, our great-great-great-great-great-grandfathers did: so we occupied them at once. And, when the winter comes on, we turn the bottles upside down, and consequently rarely feel the cold at all; and you know very well that this could not be the case with bottles of any other color than blue.”

“Of course it could not,” said Slingsby. “But, if we may take the liberty of inquiring, on what do you chiefly subsist?”

“Mainly on oyster-patties,” said the Blue-Bottle-Fly; “and, when these are scarce, on raspberry vinegar and Russian leather boiled down to a jelly.”

“How delicious!” said Guy.

To which Lionel added, “Huzz!” And all the Blue-Bottle-Flies said, “Buzz!”

At this time, an elderly Fly said it was the hour for the evening-song to be sung; and, on a signal being given, all the Blue-Bottle-Flies began to buzz at once in a sumptuous and sonorous manner, the melodious and mucilaginous sounds echoing all over the waters, and resounding across the tumultuous tops of the transitory titmice upon the intervening and verdant mountains with a serene and sickly suavity only known to the truly virtuous. The Moon was shining slobaciously from the star-bespangled sky, while her light irrigated the smooth and shiny sides and wings and backs of the Blue-Bottle-Flies with a peculiar and trivial splendor, while all Nature cheerfully responded to the cerulean and conspicuous circumstances.

In many long-after years, the four little travellers looked back to that evening as one of the happiest in all their lives; and it was already past midnight when — the sail of the boat having been set up by the Quangle-Wangle, the tea-kettle and churn placed in their respective positions, and the Pussy-Cat stationed at the helm — the children each took a last and affectionate farewell of the Blue-Bottle-Flies, who walked down in a body to the water’s edge to see the travellers embark.

As a token of parting respect and esteem, Violet made a courtesy quite down to the ground, and stuck one of her few remaining parrot-tail feathers into the back hair of the most pleasing of the Blue-Bottle-Flies; while Slingsby, Guy, and Lionel offered them three small boxes, containing, respectively, black pins, dried figs, and Epsom salts; and thus they left that happy shore forever.

Overcome by their feelings, the four little travellers instantly jumped into the tea-kettle, and fell fast asleep. But all along the shore, for many hours, there was distinctly heard a sound of severely-suppressed sobs, and of a vague multitude of living creatures using their pocket-handkerchiefs in a subdued simultaneous snuffle, lingering sadly along the walloping waves as the boat sailed farther and farther away from the Land of the Happy Blue-Bottle-Flies.

Nothing particular occurred for some days after these events, except that, as the travellers were passing a low tract of sand, they perceived an unusual and gratifying spectacle; namely, a large number of Crabs and Crawfish — perhaps six or seven hundred — sitting by the water-side, and endeavoring to disentangle a vast heap of pale pink worsted, which they moistened at intervals with a fluid composed of lavender-water and white-wine negus.

“Can we be of any service to you, O crusty Crabbies?” said the four children.

“Thank you kindly,” said the Crabs consecutively. “We are trying to make some worsted mittens, but do not know how.”

On which Violet, who was perfectly acquainted with the art of mitten-making, said to the Crabs, “Do your claws unscrew, or are they fixtures?”

“They are all made to unscrew,” said the Crabs; and forthwith they deposited a great pile of claws close to the boat, with which Violet uncombed all the pale pink worsted, and then made the loveliest mittens with it you can imagine. These the Crabs, having resumed and screwed on their claws, placed cheerfully upon their wrists, and walked away rapidly on their hind-legs, warbling songs with a silvery voice and in a minor key.

After this, the four little people sailed on again till they came to a vast and wide plain of astonishing dimensions, on which nothing whatever could be discovered at first; but, as the travellers walked onward, there appeared in the extreme and dim distance a single object, which on a nearer approach, and on an accurately cutaneous inspection, seemed to be somebody in a large white wig, sitting on an arm-chair made of sponge-cakes and oyster-shells. “It does not quite look like a human being,” said Violet doubtfully; nor could they make out what it really was, till the Quangle-Wangle (who had previously been round the world) exclaimed softly in a loud voice, “It is the co-operative Cauliflower!”

And so, in truth, it was: and they soon found that what they had taken for an immense wig was in reality the top of the Cauliflower; and that he had no feet at all, being able to walk tolerably well with a fluctuating and graceful movement on a single cabbage-stalk, — an accomplishment which naturally saved him the expense of stockings and shoes.

Presently, while the whole party from the boat was gazing at him with mingled affection and disgust, he suddenly arose, and, in a somewhat plumdomphious manner, hurried off towards the setting sun, — his steps supported by two superincumbent confidential Cucumbers, and a large number of Waterwagtails proceeding in advance of him by three and three in a row, — till he finally disappeared on the brink of the western sky in a crystal cloud of sudorific sand.

So remarkable a sight, of course, impressed the four children very deeply; and they returned immediately to their boat with a strong sense of undeveloped asthma and a great appetite.

Shortly after this, the travellers were obliged to sail directly below some high overhanging rocks, from the top of one of which a particularly odious little boy, dressed in rose-colored knickerbockers, and with a pewter plate upon his head, threw an enormous pumpkin at the boat, by which it was instantly upset.

But this upsetting was of no consequence, because all the party knew how to swim very well: and, in fact, they preferred swimming about till after the moon rose; when, the water growing chilly, they sponge-taneously entered the boat. Meanwhile the Quangle-Wangle threw back the pumpkin with immense force, so that it hit the rocks where the malicious little boy in rose-colored knickerbockers was sitting; when, being quite full of lucifer-matches, the pumpkin exploded surreptitiously into a thousand bits; whereon the rocks instantly took fire, and the odious little boy became unpleasantly hotter and hotter and hotter, till his knickerbockers were turned quite green, and his nose was burnt off.

Two or three days after this had happened, they came to another place, where they found nothing at all except some wide and deep pits full of mulberry-jam. This is the property of the tiny, yellow-nosed Apes who abound in these districts, and who store up the mulberry-jam for their food in winter, when they mix it with pellucid pale periwinkle-soup, and serve it out in wedgewood china-bowls, which grow freely all over that part of the country. Only one of the yellow-nosed Apes was on the spot, and he was fast asleep; yet the four travellers and the Quangle-Wangle and Pussy were so terrified by the violence and sanguinary sound of his snoring, that they merely took a small cupful of the jam, and returned to re-embark in their boat without delay.

What was their horror on seeing the boat (including the churn and the tea-kettle) in the mouth of an enormous Seeze Pyder, an aquatic and ferocious creature truly dreadful to behold, and, happily, only met with in those excessive longitudes! In a moment, the beautiful boat was bitten into fifty-five thousand million hundred billion bits; and it instantly became quite clear that Violet, Slingsby, Guy, and Lionel could no longer preliminate their voyage by sea.

The four travellers were therefore obliged to resolve on pursuing their wanderings by land: and, very fortunately, there happened to pass by at that moment an elderly Rhinoceros, on which they seized; and, all four mounting on his back, — the Quangle-Wangle sitting on his horn, and holding on by his ears, and the Pussy-Cat swinging at the end of his tail, — they set off, having only four small beans and three pounds of mashed potatoes to last through their whole journey.

They were, however, able to catch numbers of the chickens and turkeys and other birds who incessantly alighted on the head of the Rhinoceros for the purpose of gathering the seeds of the rhododendron-plants which grew there; and these creatures they cooked in the most translucent and satisfactory manner by means of a fire lighted on the end of the Rhinoceros’s back. A crowd of Kangaroos and gigantic Cranes accompanied them, from feelings of curiosity and complacency; so that they were never at a loss for company, and went onward, as it were, in a sort of profuse and triumphant procession.

Thus in less than eighteen weeks they all arrived safely at home, where they were received by their admiring relatives with joy tempered with contempt, and where they finally resolved to carry out the rest of their travelling-plans at some more favorable opportunity.

As for the Rhinoceros, in token of their grateful adherence, they had him killed and stuffed directly, and then set him up outside the door of their father’s house as a diaphanous doorscraper.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN FAMILIES OF THE LAKE PIPPLE-POPPLE.

CHAPTER I.

INTRODUCTORY.

In former days, — that is to say, once upon a time, — there lived in the Land of Gramble-Blamble seven families. They lived by the side of the great Lake Pipple-Popple (one of the seven families, indeed, lived in the lake), and on the outskirts of the city of Tosh, which, excepting when it was quite dark, they could see plainly. The names of all these places you have probably heard of; and you have only not to look in your geography-books to find out all about them.

Now, the seven families who lived on the borders of the great Lake Pipple-Popple were as follows in the next chapter.

CHAPTER II.

THE SEVEN FAMILIES.

There was a family of two old Parrots and seven young Parrots.

There was a family of two old Storks and seven young Storks.

There was a family of two old Geese and seven young Geese.

There was a family of two old Owls and seven young Owls.

There was a family of two old Guinea Pigs and seven young Guinea Pigs.

There was a family of two old Cats and seven young Cats.

And there was a family of two old Fishes and seven young Fishes.

CHAPTER III.

THE HABITS OF THE SEVEN FAMILIES.

The Parrots lived upon the Soffsky-Poffsky trees, which were beautiful to behold, and covered with blue leaves; and they fed upon fruit, artichokes, and striped beetles.

The Storks walked in and out of the Lake Pipple-Popple, and ate frogs for breakfast, and buttered toast for tea; but on account of the extreme length of their legs they could not sit down, and so they walked about continually.

The Geese, having webs to their feet, caught quantities of flies, which they ate for dinner.

The Owls anxiously looked after mice, which they caught, and made into sago-puddings.

The Guinea Pigs toddled about the gardens, and ate lettuces and Cheshire cheese.

The Cats sate still in the sunshine, and fed upon sponge biscuits.

The Fishes lived in the lake, and fed chiefly on boiled periwinkles.

And all these seven families lived together in the utmost fun and felicity.

CHAPTER IV.

THE CHILDREN OF THE SEVEN FAMILIES ARE SENT AWAY.

One day all the seven fathers and the seven mothers of the seven families agreed that they would send their children out to see the world.

So they called them all together, and gave them each eight shillings and some good advice, some chocolate-drops, and a small green morocco pocket-book to set down their expenses in.

They then particularly entreated them not to quarrel; and all the parents sent off their children with a parting injunction.

“If,” said the old Parrots, “you find a cherry, do not fight about who should have it.”

“And,” said the old Storks, “if you find a frog, divide it carefully into seven bits, but on no account quarrel about it.”

And the old Geese said to the seven young Geese, “Whatever you do, be sure you do not touch a plum-pudding flea.”

And the old Owls said, “If you find a mouse, tear him up into seven slices, and eat him cheerfully, but without quarrelling.”

And the old Guinea Pigs said, “Have a care that you eat your lettuces, should you find any, not greedily, but calmly.”

And the old Cats said, “Be particularly careful not to meddle with a clangle-wangle if you should see one.”

And the old Fishes said, “Above all things, avoid eating a blue boss-woss; for they do not agree with fishes, and give them a pain in their toes.”

So all the children of each family thanked their parents; and, making in all forty-nine polite bows, they went into the wide world.

CHAPTER V.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN YOUNG PARROTS.

The seven young Parrots had not gone far, when they saw a tree with a single cherry on it, which the oldest Parrot picked instantly; but the other six, being extremely hungry, tried to get it also. On which all the seven began to fight; and they scuffled,
and huffled, and ruffled, and shuffled, and puffled, and muffled, and buffled, and duffled, and fluffled, and guffled, and bruffled, and screamed, and shrieked, and squealed, and squeaked, and clawed, and snapped, and bit, and bumped, and thumped, and dumped, and flumped each other, till they were all torn into little bits; and at last there was nothing left to record this painful incident except the cherry and seven small green feathers.

And that was the vicious and voluble end of the seven young Parrots.

CHAPTER VI.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN YOUNG STORKS.

When the seven young Storks set out, they walked or flew for fourteen weeks in a straight line, and for six weeks more in a crooked one; and after that they ran as hard as they could for one hundred and eight miles; and after that they stood still, and made a himmeltanious chatter-clatter-blattery noise with their bills.

About the same time they perceived a large frog, spotted with green, and with a sky-blue stripe under each ear.

So, being hungry, they immediately flew at him, and were going to divide him into seven pieces, when they began to quarrel as to which of his legs should be taken off first. One said this, and another said that; and while they were all quarrelling, the frog hopped away. And when they saw that he was gone, they began to chatter-clatter,
blatter-platter, patter-blatter, matter-clatter, flatter-quatter, more violently than ever; and after they had fought for a week, they pecked each other all to little pieces, so that at last nothing was left of any of them except their bills.

And that was the end of the seven young Storks.

CHAPTER VII.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN YOUNG GEESE.

When the seven young Geese began to travel, they went over a large plain, on which there was but one tree, and that was, a very bad one.

So four of them went up to the top of it, and looked about them; while the other three waddled up and down, and repeated poetry, and their last six lessons in arithmetic, geography, and cookery.

Presently they perceived, a long way off, an object of the most interesting and obese appearance, having a perfectly round body exactly resembling a boiled plum-pudding, with two little wings, and a beak, and three feathers growing out of his head, and only one leg.

So, after a time, all the seven young Geese said to each other, “Beyond all doubt this beast must be a Plum-pudding Flea!”

On which they incautiously began to sing aloud,

“Plum-pudding Flea, Plum-pudding Flea, Wherever you be, Oh! come to our tree, And listen, oh! listen, oh! listen to me!”

And no sooner had they sung this verse than the Plum-pudding Flea began to hop and skip on his one leg with the most dreadful velocity, and came straight to the tree, where he stopped, and looked about him in a vacant and voluminous manner.

On which the seven young Geese were greatly alarmed, and all of a tremble-bemble: so one of them put out his long neck, and just touched him with the tip of his bill; but no sooner had he done this than the Plum-pudding Flea skipped and hopped about more and more, and higher and higher; after which he opened his mouth, and, to the great surprise and indignation of the seven Geese, began to bark so loudly and furiously and terribly, that they were totally unable to bear the noise; and by degrees every one of them suddenly tumbled down quite dead.

So that was the end of the seven young Geese.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN YOUNG OWLS.

When the seven young Owls set out, they sate every now and then on the branches of old trees, and never went far at one time.

And one night, when it was quite dark, they thought they heard a mouse; but, as the gas-lamps were not lighted, they could not see him.

So they called out, “Is that a mouse?”

On which a mouse answered, “Squeaky-peeky-weeky! yes, it is!”

And immediately all the young Owls threw themselves off the tree, meaning to alight on the ground; but they did not perceive that there was a large well below them, into which they all fell superficially, and were every one of them drowned in less than half a minute.

So that was the end of the seven young Owls.

CHAPTER IX.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN YOUNG GUINEA PIGS.

The seven young Guinea Pigs went into a garden full of goose-berry-bushes and tiggory-trees, under one of which they fell asleep. When they awoke, they saw a large lettuce, which had grown out of the ground while they had been sleeping, and which had an immense number of green leaves. At which they all exclaimed, —

“Lettuce! O lettuce
Let us, O let us,
O lettuce-leaves,
O let us leave this tree, and eat
Lettuce, O let us, lettuce-leaves!”

And instantly the seven young Guinea Pigs rushed with such extreme force against the lettuce-plant, and hit their heads so vividly against its stalk, that the concussion brought on directly an incipient transitional inflammation of their noses, which grew worse and worse and worse and worse, till it incidentally killed them all seven.

And that was the end of the seven young Guinea Pigs.

CHAPTER X.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN YOUNG CATS.

The seven young Cats set off on their travels with great delight and rapacity. But, on coming to the top of a high hill, they perceived at a long distance off a Clangle-Wangle (or, as it is more properly written, Clangel-Wangel); and, in spite of the warning they had had, they ran straight up to it.

(Now, the Clangle-Wangle is a most dangerous and delusive beast, and by no means commonly to be met with. They live in the water as well as on land, using their long tail as a sail when in the former element. Their speed is extreme; but their habits of life are domestic and superfluous, and their general demeanor pensive and pellucid. On summer evenings, they may sometimes be observed near the Lake Pipple-Popple, standing on their heads, and humming their national melodies. They subsist entirely on vegetables, excepting when they eat veal or mutton or pork or beef or fish or saltpetre.)

The moment the Clangle-Wangle saw the seven young Cats approach, he ran away; and as he ran straight on for four months, and the Cats, though they continued to run, could never overtake him, they all gradually died of fatigue and exhaustion, and never afterwards recovered.

And this was the end of the seven young Cats.

CHAPTER XI.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN YOUNG FISHES.

The seven young Fishes swam across the Lake Pipple-Popple, and into the river, and into the ocean; where, most unhappily for them, they saw, on the fifteenth day of their travels, a bright-blue Boss-Woss, and instantly swam after him. But the Blue Boss-Woss plunged into a perpendicular,
spicular, orbicular, quadrangular, circular depth of soft mud; where, in fact, his house was.

And the seven young Fishes, swimming with great and uncomfortable velocity, plunged also into the mud quite against their will, and, not being accustomed to it, were all suffocated in a very short period.

And that was the end of the seven young Fishes.

CHAPTER XII.

CHAPTER XII.

OF WHAT OCCURRED SUBSEQUENTLY.

After it was known that the

seven young Parrots, and the seven young Storks,
and the seven young Geese,
and the seven young Owls,
and the seven young Guinea Pigs,
and the seven young Cats,
and the seven young Fishes,

were all dead, then the Frog, and the Plum-pudding Flea, and the Mouse, and the Clangle-Wangle, and the Blue Boss-Woss, all met together to rejoice over their good fortune. And they collected the seven feathers of the seven young Parrots, and the seven bills of the seven young Storks, and the lettuce, and the cherry; and having placed the latter on the lettuce, and the other objects in a circular arrangement at their base, they danced a hornpipe round all these memorials until they were quite tired; after which they gave a tea-party, and a garden-party, and a ball, and a concert, and then returned to their respective homes full of joy and respect, sympathy, satisfaction, and disgust.

CHAPTER XIII.

OF WHAT BECAME OF THE PARENTS OF THE FORTY-NINE CHILDREN.

BUT when the two old Parrots,
and the two old Storks, and the two old Geese, and the two old Owls, and the two old Guinea Pigs, and the two old Cats, and the two old Fishes, became aware, by reading in the newspapers, of the calamitous extinction of the whole of their families, they refused all further sustenance; and, sending out to various shops, they purchased great quantities of Cayenne pepper and brandy and vinegar and blue sealing-wax, besides seven immense glass bottles with air-tight stoppers. And, having done this, they ate a light supper of brown-bread and Jerusalem artichokes, and took an affecting and formal leave of the whole of their acquaintance, which was very numerous and distinguished and select and responsible and ridiculous.

CHAPTER XIV.

CONCLUSION.

And after this they filled the bottles with the ingredients for pickling, and each couple jumped into a separate bottle; by which effort, of course, they all died immediately, and became thoroughly pickled in a few minutes; having previously made their wills (by the assistance of the most eminent lawyers of the district), in which they left strict orders that the stoppers of the seven bottles should be carefully sealed up with the blue sealing-wax they had purchased; and that they themselves, in the bottles, should be presented to the principal museum of the city of Tosh, to be labelled with parchment or any other anti-congenial succedaneum, and to be placed on a marble table with silver-gilt legs, for the daily inspection and contemplation, and for the perpetual benefit, of the pusillanimous public.

And if you ever happen to go to Gramble-Blamble, and visit that museum in the city of Tosh, look for them on the ninety-eighth table in the four hundred and twenty-seventh room of the right-hand corridor of the left wing of the central quadrangle of that magnificent building; for, if you do not, you certainly will not see them.

NONSENSE COOKERY.

Extract from the Nonsense Gazette, for August, 1870.

“Our readers will be interested in the following communications from our valued and learned contributor, Prof. Bosh, whose labors in the fields of culinary and botanical science are so well known to all the world. The first three articles richly merit to be added to the domestic cookery of every family: those which follow claim the attention of all botanists; and we are happy to be able, through Dr. Bosh’s kindness, to present our readers with illustrations of his discoveries. All the new flowers are found in the Valley of Verrikwier, near the Lake of Oddgrow, and on the summit of the Hill Orfeltugg.”

THREE RECEIPTS FOR DOMESTIC COOKERY.

TO MAKE AN AMBLONGUS PIE.

Take 4 pounds (say 4½ pounds) of fresh Amblongusses, and put them in a small pipkin.

Cover them with water, and boil them for 8 hours incessantly; after which add 2 pints of new milk, and proceed to boil for 4 hours more.

When you have ascertained that the Amblongusses are quite soft, take them out, and place them in a wide pan, taking care to shake them well previously.

Grate some nutmeg over the surface, and cover them carefully with powdered gingerbread, curry-powder, and a sufficient quantity of Cayenne pepper.

Remove the pan into the next room, and place it on the floor. Bring it back again, and let it simmer for three-quarters of an hour. Shake the pan violently till all the Amblongusses have become of a pale purple color.

Then, having prepared the paste, insert the whole carefully; adding at the same time a small pigeon, 2 slices of beef, 4 cauliflowers, and any number of oysters.

Watch patiently till the crust begins to rise, and add a pinch of salt from time to time.

Serve up in a clean dish, and throw the whole out of window as fast as possible.

TO MAKE CRUMBOBBLIOUS CUTLETS.

Procure some strips of beef, and, having cut them into the smallest possible slices, proceed to cut them still smaller, — eight, or perhaps nine times.

When the whole is thus minced, brush it up hastily with a new clothes-brush, and stir round rapidly and capriciously with a salt-spoon or a soup-ladle.

Place the whole in a saucepan, and remove it to a sunny place, — say the roof of the house, if free from sparrows or other birds, — and leave it there for about a week.

At the end of that time add a little lavender, some oil of almonds, and a few herring-bones; and then cover the whole with 4 gallons of clarified Crumbobblious sauce, when it will be ready for use.

Cut it into the shape of ordinary cutlets, and serve up in a clean table-cloth or dinner-napkin.

TO MAKE GOSKY PATTIES.

Take a pig three or four years of age, and tie him by the off hind-leg to a post. Place 5 pounds of currants, 3 of sugar, 2 pecks of peas, 18 roast chestnuts, a candle, and 6 bushels of turnips, within his reach: if he eats these, constantly provide him with more.

Then procure some cream, some slices of Cheshire cheese, 4 quires of foolscap paper, and a packet of black pins. Work the whole into a paste, and spread it out to dry on a sheet of clean brown waterproof linen.

When the paste is perfectly dry, but not before, proceed to beat the pig violently with the handle of a large broom. If he squeals, beat him again.

Visit the paste and beat the pig alternately for some days, and ascertain if, at the end of that period, the whole is about to turn into Gosky Patties.

If it does not then, it never will; and in that case the pig may be let loose, and the whole process may be considered as finished.

NONSENSE BOTANY.

Baccopipia Gracilis.

Bottlephorkia Spoonifolia.

Cockatooca Superba.

Fishia Marina.

Guittara Pensilis.

Manypeeplia Upsidownia.

Phattfacia Stupenda.

Piggiwiggia Pyramidalis.

Plumbunnia Nutritiosa.

Pollybirdia Singularis.

NONSENSE ALPHABETS.

ALPHABET I. (1871)

A

A was an ant
Who seldom stood still,
And who made a nice house
In the side of a hill.

a

Nice little ant!

B

B was a book
With a binding of blue,
And pictures and stories
For me and for you.

b

Nice little book!

C

C was a cat
Who ran after a rat;
But his courage did fail
When she seized on his tail.

c

Crafty old cat!

D

D was a duck
With spots on his back,
Who lived in the water,
And always said “Quack!”

d

Dear little duck!

E

E was an elephant,
Stately and wise:
He had tusks and a trunk,
And two queer little eyes.

e

Oh, what funny small eyes!

F

F was a fish
Who was caught in a net;
But he got out again,
And is quite alive yet.

f

Lively young fish!

G

G was a goat
Who was spotted with brown:
When he did not lie still
He walked up and down.

g

Good little goat!

H

H was a hat
Which was all on one side;
Its crown was too high,
And its brim was too wide.

h

Oh, what a hat!

I

I was some ice
So white and so nice,
But which nobody tasted;
And so it was wasted.

i

All that good ice!

J

J was a jackdaw
Who hopped up and down
In the principal street
Of a neighboring town.

j

All through the town!

K

K was a kite
Which flew out of sight,
Above houses so high,
Quite into the sky.

k

Fly away, kite!

L

L was a light
Which burned all the night,
And lighted the gloom
Of a very dark room.

l

Useful nice light!

M

M was a mill
Which stood on a hill,
And turned round and round
With a loud hummy sound.

m

Useful old mill!

N

N was a net
Which was thrown in the sea
To catch fish for dinner
For you and for me.

n

Nice little net!

O

O was an orange
So yellow and round:
When it fell off the tree,
It fell down to the ground.

o

Down to the ground!

P

P was a pig,
Who was not very big;
But his tail was too curly,
And that made him surly.

p

Cross little pig!

Q

Q was a quail
With a very short tail;
And he fed upon corn
In the evening and morn.

q

Quaint little quail!

R

R was a rabbit,
Who had a bad habit
Of eating the flowers
In gardens and bowers.

r

Naughty fat rabbit!

S

S was the sugar-tongs,
Nippity-nee,
To take up the sugar
To put in our tea.

s

Nippity-nee!

T

T was a tortoise,
All yellow and black:
He walked slowly away,
And he never came back.

t

Torty never came back!

U

U was an urn
All polished and bright,
And full of hot water
At noon and at night.

u

Useful old urn!

V

V was a villa
Which stood on a hill,
By the side of a river,
And close to a mill.

v

Nice little villa!

W

W was a whale
With a very long tail,
Whose movements were frantic
Across the Atlantic.

w

Monstrous old whale!

X

X was King Xerxes,
Who, more than all Turks, is
Renowned for his fashion
Of fury and passion.

x

Angry old Xerxes!

Y

Y was a yew,
Which flourished and grew
By a quiet abode
Near the side of a road.

y

Dark little yew!

Z

Z was some zinc,
So shiny and bright,
Which caused you to wink
In the sun’s merry light.

z

Beautiful zinc!

ALPHABET II. (1871)

A

a

A was once an apple-pie,
Pidy, Widy, Tidy, Pidy, Nice insidy, Apple-pie!

B

b

B was once a little bear,
Beary, Wary, Hairy, Beary, Taky cary, Little bear!

C

c

C was once a little cake,
Caky, Baky, Maky, Caky, Taky caky, Little cake!

D

d

D was once a little doll,
Dolly, Molly, Polly, Nolly, Nursy dolly, Little doll!

E

e

E was once a little eel,
Eely, Weely, Peely, Eely, Twirly, tweely, Little eel!

F

f

F was once a little fish,
Fishy, Wishy, Squishy, Fishy, In a dishy, Little fish!

G

g

G was once a little goose,
Goosy, Moosy, Boosey, Goosey, Waddly-woosy, Little goose!

H

h

H was once a little hen,
Henny, Chenny, Tenny, Henny. Eggsy-any, Little hen?

I

i

I was once a bottle of ink
Inky, Dinky, Thinky, Inky, Blacky minky, Bottle of ink!

J

j

J was once a jar of jam,
Jammy, Mammy, Clammy, Jammy, Sweety, swammy, Jar of jam!

K

k

K was once a little kite,
Kity, Whity, Flighty, Kity, Out of sighty, Little kite!

L

l

L was once a little lark,
Larky, Marky, Harky, Larky, In the parky, Little lark!

M

m

M was once a little mouse,
Mousy, Bousy, Sousy, Mousy, In the housy, Little mouse!

N

n

N was once a little needle,
Needly, Tweedly, Threedly, Needly, Wisky, wheedly, Little needle!

O

o

O was once a little owl,
Owly, Prowly, Howly, Owly, Browny fowly, Little owl!

P

p

P was once a little pump,
Pumpy, Slumpy, Flumpy, Pumpy, Dumpy, thumpy, Little pump!

Q

q

Q was once a little quail,
Quaily, Faily, Daily, Quaily, Stumpy-taily, Little quail!

R

r

R was once a little rose,
Rosy, Posy, Nosy, Rosy, Blows-y, grows-y, Little rose!

S

s

S was once a little shrimp, Shrimpy, Nimpy, Flimpy, Shrimpy. Jumpy, jimpy, Little shrimp!

T

t

T was once a little thrush,
Thrushy, Hushy, Bushy, Thrushy, Flitty, flushy, Little thrush!

U

u

U was once a little urn,
Urny, Burny, Turny, Urny, Bubbly, burny, Little urn!

V

v

V was once a little vine,
Viny, Winy, Twiny, Viny, Twisty-twiny, Little vine!

W

w

W was once a whale,
Whaly, Scaly, Shaly, Whaly, Tumbly-taily, Mighty whale!

X

x

X was once a great king Xerxes,
Xerxy, Perxy, Turxy, Xerxy, Linxy, lurxy, Great King Xerxes!

Y

y

Y was once a little yew,
Yewdy, Fewdy, Crudy, Yewdy, Growdy, grewdy, Little yew!

Z

z

Z was once a piece of zinc,
Tinky, Winky, Blinky, Tinky, Tinkly minky, Piece of zinc!

ALPHABET III. (1871)

A

A was an ape,
Who stole some white tape,
And tied up his toes
In four beautiful bows.

a!

Funny old Ape!

B

B was a bat,
Who slept all the day,
And fluttered about
When the sun went away.

b!

Brown little bat!

C

C was a camel:
You rode on his hump;
And if you fell off,
You came down such a bump!

c!

What a high camel!

D

D was a dove,
Who lived in a wood,
With such pretty soft wings,
And so gentle and good!

d!

Dear little Dove!

E

E was an eagle,
Who sat on the rocks,
And looked down on the fields
And the-far-away flocks.

e!

Beautiful eagle!

F

F was a fan
Made of beautiful stuff;
And when it was used,
It went puffy-puff-puff!

f!

Nice little fan.

G

G was a gooseberry,
Perfectly red;
To be made into jam,
And eaten with bread.

g!

Gooseberry red!

H

H was a heron,
Who stood in a stream:
The length of his neck
And his legs was extreme.

h!

Long-legged Heron!

I

I was an inkstand,
Which stood on a table,
With a nice pen to write with
When we are able.

i!

Neat little inkstand!

J

J was a jug,
So pretty and white,
With fresh water in it
At morning and night.

j!

Nice little jug!

K

K was a kingfisher:
Quickly he flew,
So bright and so pretty! —
Green, purple, and blue.

k!

Kingfisher, blue!

L

L was a lily,
So white and so sweet!
To see it and smell it
Was quite a nice treat.

l!

Beautiful Lily!

M

M was a man,
Who walked round and round;
And he wore a long coat
That came down to the ground.

m!

Funny old Man!

N

N was a nut
So smooth and so brown!
And when it was ripe,
It fell tumble-dum-down.

n!

Nice little Nut!

O

O was an oyster,
Who lived in his shell:
If you let him alone,
He felt perfectly well.

o!

Open-mouthed oyster!

P

P was a polly,
All red, blue, and green, —
The most beautiful polly
That ever was seen.

p!

Poor little Polly!

Q

Q was a quill
Made into a pen;
But I do not know where,
And I cannot say when.

q!

Nice little Quill!

R

R was a rattlesnake,
Rolled up so tight,
Those who saw him ran quickly,
For fear he should bite.

r!

Rattlesnake bite!

S

S was a screw
To screw down a box;
And then it was fastened
Without any locks.

s!

Valuable screw!

T

T was a thimble,
Of silver so bright!
When placed on the finger,
It fitted so tight!

t!

Nice little thimble!

U

U was an upper-coat,
Woolly and warm,
To wear over all
In the snow or the storm.

u!

What a nice upper-coat!

V

V was a veil
With a border upon it,
And a ribbon to tie it
All round a pink bonnet.

v!

Pretty green Veil!

W

W was a watch,
Where, in letters of gold,
The hour of the day
You might always behold.

w!

Beautiful watch!

X

X was King Xerxes,
Who wore on his head A mighty large turban,
Green, yellow, and red.

x!

Look at King Xerxes!

Y

Y was a yak,
From the land of Thibet:
Except his white tail,
He was all black as jet.

y!

Look at the Yak!

Z

Z was a zebra,
All striped white and black;
And if he were tame,
You might ride on his back.

z!

Pretty striped Zebra!

MORE NONSENSE, PICTURES, RHYMES, BOTANY, ETC.

CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION.

NONSENSE BOTANY.

ONE HUNDRED NONSENSE PICTURES AND RHYMES.

There was a young person of Bantry

There was an Old Man at a Junction

There was an old person of Minety

There was an old man of Thermopylae

There was an old person of Deal

There was an old man on the Humber

There was an old man in a barge

There was an old man of Dunrose

There was an old man of Toulouse

There was an old person of Bree

There was an old person of Bromley

There was an old person of Shields

There was an old man of Dunluce

There was an old man of Dee-side

There was an old person in black

There was an old man of the Dargle

There was an old person of Pinner

There was an old person of China

There was an old man in a Marsh

There was an old person of Brill

There was an old person of Wick

There was an old man at a Station

There was an old man of Three Bridges

There was an old man of Hong Kong

There was a young person in green

There was an old person of Fife

There was an old man who screamed out

There was a young lady in white

There was an old person of Slough

There was an old person of Down

There was a young person in red

There was an old person of Hove

There was a young person in pink

There was an old lady of France

There was an old person of Putney

There was an old person of Loo

There was an old person of Woking

There was an old person of Dean

There was a young lady in blue

There was an old Man in a Garden

There was an old person of Pisa

There was an old person of Florence

There was an old person of Sheen

There was an old person of Ware

There was a young person of Janina

There was an old man of Cashmere

There was an old person of Cassel

There was an old person of Pett

There was an old man of Spithead

There was an old man on the Border

There was an old man of Dumbree

There was an old person of Filey

There was an old man whose remorse

There was an old man of Ibreem

There was an old person of Wilts

There was an old person of Grange

There was an old person of Newry

There was an old man of Dumblane

There was an old man of Port Grigor

There was an old man of El Hums

There was an old man of West Dumpet

There was an old person of Sark

There was an old man whose despair

There was an old person of Barnes

There was an old person of Nice

There was a young lady of Greenwich

There was an old person of Cannes

There was an old person of Ickley

There was an old person of Hyde

There was an old person in gray

There was an old man of Ancona

There was an old person of Sestri

There was an old person of Blythe

There was a young person of Ayr

There was an old person of Rimini

There is a young lady, whose nose

There was an old person of Ealing

There was an old man of Thames Ditton

There was an old person of Bray

There was a young person whose history

There was an old person of Bow

There was an old person of Rye

There was an old person of Crowle

There was an old Lady of Winchelsea

There was an old man in a tree

There was a young lady of Corsica

There was a young lady of Firle

There was an old person of Stroud

There was an old man of Boulak

There was an old person of Skye

There was an old man of Blackheath

There was an old man, who when little

There was an old person of Dundalk

There was an old person of Shoreham

There was an old person of Bar

There was a young person of Kew

There was an old person of Jodd

There was an old person of Bude

There was an old person of Brigg

There was an old man of Messina

TWENTY-SIX NONSENSE RHYMES AND PICTURES.

The Absolutely Abstemious Ass

The Bountiful Beetle

The Comfortable Confidential Cow

The Dolomphious Duck

The Enthusiastic Elephant

The Fizzgiggious Fish

The Good-natured Grey Gull

The Hasty Higgeldipiggledy Hen

The Inventive Indian

The Judicious Jubilant Jay

The Kicking Kangaroo

The Lively Learned Lobster

The Melodious Meritorious Mouse

The Nutritious Newt

The Obsequious Ornamental Ostrich

The Perpendicular Purple Polly

The Queer Querulous Quail

The Rural Runcible Raven

The Scroobious Snake

The Tumultuous Tom-tommy Tortoise

The Umbrageous Umbrella-maker

The Visibly Vicious Vulture

The Worrying Whizzing Wasp

The Excellent Double-extra XX

The Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo

The Zigzag Zealous Zebra

INTRODUCTION.

In offering this little book — the third of its kind — to the public, I am glad to take the opportunity of recording the pleasure I have received at the appreciation its predecessors have met with, as attested by their wide circulation, and by the universally kind notices of them from the Press. To have been the means of administering innocent mirth to thousands, may surely be a just motive for satisfaction, and an excuse for grateful expression.

At the same time, I am desirous of adding a few words as to the history of the two previously published volumes, and more particularly of the first or original “Book of Nonsense,” relating to which many absurd reports have crept into circulation, such as that it was the composition of the late Lord Brougham, the late Earl of Derby, etc.; that the rhymes and pictures are by different persons; or that the whole have a symbolical meaning, etc.; whereas, every one of the Rhymes was composed by myself, and every one of the Illustrations drawn by my own hand at the time the verses were made. Moreover, in no portion of these Nonsense drawings have I ever allowed any caricature of private or public persons to appear, and throughout, more care than might be supposed has been given to make the subjects incapable of misinterpretation: “Nonsense,” pure and absolute, having been my aim throughout.

As for the persistently absurd report of the late Earl of Derby being the author of the “First Book of Nonsense,” I may relate an incident which occurred to me four summers ago, the first that gave me any insight into the origin of the rumor.

I was on my way from London to Guildford, in a railway carriage, containing, besides myself, one passenger, an elderly gentleman: presently, however, two ladies entered, accompanied by two little boys. These, who had just had a copy of the “Book of Nonsense” given them, were loud in their delight, and by degrees infected the whole party with their mirth.

“How grateful,” said the old gentleman to the two ladies, “all children, and parents too, ought to be to the statesman who has given his time to composing that charming book!”

(The ladies looked puzzled, as indeed was I, the author.)

“Do you not know who is the writer of it?” asked the gentleman.

“The name is ‘Edward Lear,’” said one of the ladies.

“Ah!” said the first speaker, “so it is printed; but that is only a whim of the real author, the Earl of Derby. ‘Edward’ is his Christian name, and, as you may see, LEAR is only EARL transposed.”

“But,” said the lady, doubtingly, “here is a dedication to the great-grandchildren, grand-nephews, and grand-nieces of Edward, thirteenth Earl of Derby, by the author, Edward Lear.”

“That,” replied the other, “is simply a piece of mystification; I am in a position to know that the whole book was composed and illustrated by Lord Derby himself. In fact, there is no such a person at all as Edward Lear.”

“Yet,” said the other lady, “some friends of mine tell me they know Mr. Lear.”

“Quite a mistake! completely a mistake!” said the old gentleman, becoming rather angry at the contradiction; “I am well aware of what I am saying: I can inform you, no such a person as ‘Edward Lear’ exists!”

Hitherto I had kept silence; but as my hat was, as well as my handkerchief and stick, largely marked inside with my name, and as I happened to have in my pocket several letters addressed to me, the temptation was too great to resist; so, flashing all these articles at once on my would-be extinguisher’s attention, I speedily reduced him to silence.

The second volume of Nonsense, commencing with the verses, “The Owl and the Pussy-Cat,” was written at different times, and for different sets of children: the whole being collected in the course of last year, were then illustrated, and published in a single volume, by Mr. R.J. Bush, of 32 Charing Cross.

The contents of the third or present volume were made also at different intervals in the last two years.

Long years ago, in days when much of my time was passed in a country house, where children and mirth abounded, the lines beginning, “There was an old man of Tobago,” were suggested to me by a valued friend, as a form of verse lending itself to limitless variety for rhymes and pictures; and thenceforth the greater part of the original drawings and verses for the first “Book of Nonsense” were struck off with a pen, no assistance ever having been given me in any way but that of uproarious delight and welcome at the appearance of every new absurdity.

Most of these Drawings and Rhymes were transferred to lithographic stones in the year 1846, and were then first published by Mr. Thomas McLean, of the Haymarket. But that edition having been soon exhausted, and the call for the “Book of Nonsense” continuing, I added a considerable number of subjects to those previously-published, and having caused the whole to be carefully reproduced in woodcuts by Messrs. Dalzell, I disposed of the copyright to Messrs. Routledge and Warne, by whom the volume was published in 1843.

EDWARD LEAR.

VILLA EMILY, SAN REMO,
August, 1871.

NONSENSE BOTANY.

Barkia Howlaloudia Enkoopia Chickabiddia Jinglia Tinkettlia Nasticreechia Krorluppia Arthbroomia Rigida Sophtsluggia Glutinosa Minspysia Deliciosa Shoebootia Utilis Stunnia Dinnerbellia Tickia Orologica Washtubbia Circularis Tigerlillia Terribilis

Barkia Howlaloudia.

Enkoopia Chickabiddia.

Jinglia Tinkettlia.

Nasticreechia Krorluppia.

Arthbroomia Rigida.

Sophtsluggia Glutinosa.

Minspysia Deliciosa.

Shoebootia Utilis.

Stunnia Dinnerbellia.

Tickia Orologica.

Washtubbia Circularis.

Tigerlillia Terribilis.

ONE HUNDRED NONSENSE PICTURES AND RHYMES.

There was a young person of Bantry

There was a young person of Bantry,
Who frequently slept in the pantry;
When disturbed by the mice, she appeased them with rice,
That judicious young person of Bantry.

There was an Old Man at a Junction

There was an Old Man at a Junction,
Whose feelings were wrung with compunction
When they said, “The Train’s gone!” he exclaimed, “How forlorn!”
But remained on the rails of the Junction.

There was an old person of Minety

There was an old person of Minety,
Who purchased five hundred and ninety
Large apples and pears, which he threw unawares
At the heads of the people of Minety.

There was an old man of Thermopylae

There was an old man of Thermopylae,
Who never did anything properly;
But they said, “If you choose to boil eggs in your shoes,
You shall never remain in Thermopylae.”

There was an old person of Deal

There was an old person of Deal,
Who in walking used only his heel;
When they said, “Tell us why?” he made no reply,
That mysterious old person of Deal.

There was an old man on the Humber

There was an old man on the Humber,
Who dined on a cake of Burnt Umber;
When he said, “It’s enough!” they only said, “Stuff!
You amazing old man on the Humber!”

There was an old man in a barge

There was an old man in a barge,
Whose nose was exceedingly large;
But in fishing by night, it supported a light,
Which helped that old man in a barge.

There was an old man of Dunrose

There was an old man of Dunrose;
A parrot seized hold of his nose.
When he grew melancholy, they said, “His name’s Polly,”
Which soothed that old man of Dunrose.

There was an old man of Toulouse

There was an old man of Toulouse
Who purchased a new pair of shoes;
When they asked, “Are they pleasant?” he said, “Not at present!”
That turbid old man of Toulouse.

There was an old person of Bree

There was an old person of Bree,
Who frequented the depths of the sea;
She nurs’d the small fishes, and washed all the dishes,
And swam back again into Bree.

There was an old person of Bromley

There was an old person of Bromley,
Whose ways were not cheerful or comely;
He sate in the dust, eating spiders and crust,
That unpleasing old person of Bromley.

There was an old person of Shields

There was an old person of Shields,
Who frequented the vallies and fields;
All the mice and the cats, and the snakes and the rats,
Followed after that person of Shields.

There was an old man of Dunluce

There was an old man of Dunluce,
Who went out to sea on a goose:
When he’d gone out a mile, he observ’d with a smile,
“It is time to return to Dunluce.”

There was an old man of Dee-side

There was an old man of Dee-side
Whose hat was exceedingly wide,
But he said, “Do not fail, if it happen to hail,
To come under my hat at Dee-side!”

There was an old person in black

There was an old person in black,
A Grasshopper jumped on his back;
When it chirped in his ear, he was smitten with fear,
That helpless old person in black.

There was an old man of the Dargle

There was an old man of the Dargle
Who purchased six barrels of Gargle;
For he said, “I’ll sit still, and will roll them down hill,
For the fish in the depths of the Dargle.”

There was an old person of Pinner

There was an old person of Pinner,
As thin as a lath, if not thinner;
They dressed him in white, and roll’d him up tight,
That elastic old person of Pinner.

There was an old person of China

There was an old person of China,
Whose daughters were Jiska and Dinah,
Amelia and Fluffy, Olivia and Chuffy,
And all of them settled in China.

There was an old man in a Marsh

There was an old man in a Marsh,
Whose manners were futile and harsh;
He sate on a log, and sang songs to a frog,
That instructive old man in a Marsh.

There was an old person of Brill

There was an old person of Brill,
Who purchased a shirt with a frill;
But they said, “Don’t you wish, you mayn’t look like a fish,
You obsequious old person of Brill?”

There was an old person of Wick

There was an old person of Wick,
Who said, “Tick-a-Tick, Tick-a-Tick;
Chickabee, Chickabaw.” And he said nothing more,
That laconic old person of Wick.

There was an old man at a Station

There was an old man at a Station,
Who made a promiscuous oration;
But they said, “Take some snuff! — You have talk’d quite enough,
You afflicting old man at a Station!”

There was an old man of Three Bridges

There was an old man of Three Bridges,
Whose mind was distracted by midges,
He sate on a wheel, eating underdone veal,
Which relieved that old man of Three Bridges.

There was an old man of Hong Kong

There was an old man of Hong Kong,
Who never did anything wrong;
He lay on his back, with his head in a sack,
That innocuous old man of Hong Kong.

There was a young person in green

There was a young person in green,
Who seldom was fit to be seen;
She wore a long shawl, over bonnet and all,
Which enveloped that person in green.

There was an old person of Fife

There was an old person of Fife,
Who was greatly disgusted with life;
They sang him a ballad, and fed him on salad,
Which cured that old person of Fife.

There was an old man who screamed out

There was an old man who screamed out
Whenever they knocked him about:
So they took off his boots, and fed him with fruits,
And continued to knock him about.

There was a young lady in white

There was a young lady in white,
Who looked out at the depths of the night;
But the birds of the air, filled her heart with despair,
And oppressed that young lady in white.

There was an old person of Slough

There was an old person of Slough,
Who danced at the end of a bough;
But they said, “If you sneeze, you might damage the trees,
You imprudent old person of Slough.”

There was an old person of Down

There was an old person of Down,
Whose face was adorned with a frown;
When he opened the door, for one minute or more,
He alarmed all the people of Down.

There was a young person in red

There was a young person in red,
Who carefully covered her head,
With a bonnet of leather, and three lines of feather,
Besides some long ribands of red.

There was an old person of Hove

There was an old person of Hove,
Who frequented the depths of a grove;
Where he studied his books, with the wrens and the rooks,
That tranquil old person of Hove.

There was a young person in pink

There was a young person in pink,
Who called out for something to drink;
But they said, “O my daughter, there’s nothing but water!”
Which vexed that young person in pink.

There was an old lady of France

There was an old lady of France,
Who taught little ducklings to dance;
When she said, “Tick-a-tack!” they only said, “Quack!”
Which grieved that old lady of France.

There was an old person of Putney

There was an old person of Putney,
Whose food was roast spiders and chutney,
Which he took with his tea, within sight of the sea,
That romantic old person of Putney.

There was an old person of Loo

There was an old person of Loo,
Who said, “What on earth shall I do?”
When they said, “Go away!” she continued to stay,
That vexatious old person of Loo.

There was an old person of Woking

There was an old person of Woking,
Whose mind was perverse and provoking;
He sate on a rail, with his head in a pail,
That illusive old person of Woking.

There was an old person of Dean

There was an old person of Dean
Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, “More than that, would make me too fat,”
That cautious old person of Dean.

There was a young lady in blue

There was a young lady in blue,
Who said, “Is it you? Is it you?”
When they said, “Yes, it is,” she replied only, “Whizz!”
That ungracious young lady in blue.

There was an old Man in a Garden

There was an old Man in a Garden,
Who always begged every one’s pardon;
When they asked him, “What for?” he replied, “You’re a bore!
And I trust you’ll go out of my garden.”

There was an old person of Pisa

There was an old person of Pisa,
Whose daughters did nothing to please her;
She dressed them in gray, and banged them all day,
Round the walls of the city of Pisa.

There was an old person of Florence

There was an old person of Florence,
Who held mutton chops in abhorrence;
He purchased a Bustard, and fried him in Mustard,
Which choked that old person of Florence.

There was an old person of Sheen

There was an old person of Sheen,
Whose expression was calm and serene;
He sate in the water, and drank bottled porter,
That placid old person of Sheen.

There was an old person of Ware

There was an old person of Ware,
Who rode on the back of a bear;
When they ask’d, “Does it trot?” he said, “Certainly not!
He’s a Moppsikon Floppsikon bear!”

There was a young person of Janina

There was a young person of Janina,
Whose uncle was always a fanning her;
When he fanned off her head, she smiled sweetly, and said,
“You propitious old person of Janina!”

There was an old man of Cashmere

There was an old man of Cashmere,
Whose movements were scroobious and queer;
Being slender and tall, he looked over a wall,
And perceived two fat ducks of Cashmere.

There was an old person of Cassel

There was an old person of Cassel,
Whose nose finished off in a tassel;
But they call’d out, “Oh well! don’t it look like a bell!”
Which perplexed that old person of Cassel.

There was an old person of Pett

There was an old person of Pett,
Who was partly consumed by regret;
He sate in a cart, and ate cold apple tart,
Which relieved that old person of Pett.

There was an old man of Spithead

There was an old man of Spithead,
Who opened the window, and said, —
“Fil-jomble, fil-jumble, fil-rumble-come-tumble!”
That doubtful old man of Spithead.

There was an old man on the Border

There was an old man on the Border,
Who lived in the utmost disorder;
He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat,
Which vexed all the folks on the Border.

There was an old man of Dumbree

There was an old man of Dumbree,
Who taught little owls to drink tea;
For he said, “To eat mice is not proper or nice,”
That amiable man of Dumbree.

There was an old person of Filey

There was an old person of Filey,
Of whom his acquaintance spoke highly;
He danced perfectly well, to the sound of a bell,
And delighted the people of Filey.

There was an old man whose remorse

There was an old man whose remorse
Induced him to drink Caper Sauce;
For they said, “If mixed up with some cold claret-cup,
It will certainly soothe your remorse!”

There was an old man of Ibreem

There was an old man of Ibreem,
Who suddenly threaten’d to scream;
But they said, “If you do, we will thump you quite blue,
You disgusting old man of Ibreem!”

There was an old person of Wilts

There was an old person of Wilts,
Who constantly walked upon stilts;
He wreathed them with lilies and daffy-down-dillies,
That elegant person of Wilts.

There was an old person of Grange

There was an old person of Grange,
Whose manners were scroobious and strange;
He sailed to St. Blubb in a waterproof tub,
That aquatic old person of Grange.

There was an old person of Newry

There was an old person of Newry,
Whose manners were tinctured with fury;
He tore all the rugs, and broke all the jugs,
Within twenty miles’ distance of Newry.

There was an old man of Dumblane

There was an old man of Dumblane,
Who greatly resembled a crane;
But they said, “Is it wrong, since your legs are so long,
To request you won’t stay in Dumblane?”

There was an old man of Port Grigor

There was an old man of Port Grigor,
Whose actions were noted for vigour;
He stood on his head till his waistcoat turned red,
That eclectic old man of Port Grigor.

There was an old man of El Hums

There was an old man of El Hums,
Who lived upon nothing but crumbs,
Which he picked off the ground, with the other birds round,
In the roads and the lanes of El Hums.

There was an old man of West Dumpet

There was an old man of West Dumpet,
Who possessed a large nose like a trumpet;
When he blew it aloud, it astonished the crowd,
And was heard through the whole of West Dumpet.

There was an old person of Sark

There was an old person of Sark,
Who made an unpleasant remark;
But they said, “Don’t you see what a brute you must be,
You obnoxious old person of Sark!”

There was an old man whose despair

There was an old man whose despair
Induced him to purchase a hare:
Whereon one fine day he rode wholly away,
Which partly assuaged his despair.

There was an old person of Barnes

There was an old person of Barnes,
Whose garments were covered with darns;
But they said, “Without doubt, you will soon wear them out,
You luminous person of Barnes!”

There was an old person of Nice

There was an old person of Nice,
Whose associates were usually Geese.
They walked out together in all sorts of weather,
That affable person of Nice!

There was a young lady of Greenwich

There was a young lady of Greenwich,
Whose garments were border’d with Spinach;
But a large spotty Calf bit her shawl quite in half,
Which alarmed that young lady of Greenwich.

There was an old person of Cannes

There was an old person of Cannes,
Who purchased three fowls and a fan;
Those she placed on a stool, and to make them feel cool
She constantly fanned them at Cannes.

There was an old person of Ickley

There was an old person of Ickley,
Who could not abide to ride quickly;
He rode to Karnak on a tortoise’s back,
That moony old person of Ickley.

There was an old person of Hyde

There was an old person of Hyde,
Who walked by the shore with his bride,
Till a Crab who came near fill’d their bosoms with fear,
And they said, “Would we’d never left Hyde!”

There was an old person in gray

There was an old person in gray,
Whose feelings were tinged with dismay;
She purchased two parrots, and fed them with carrots,
Which pleased that old person in gray.

There was an old man of Ancona

There was an old man of Ancona,
Who found a small dog with no owner,
Which he took up and down all the streets of the town,
That anxious old man of Ancona.

There was an old person of Sestri

There was an old person of Sestri,
Who sate himself down in the vestry;
When they said, “You are wrong!” he merely said “Bong!”
That repulsive old person of Sestri.

There was an old person of Blythe

There was an old person of Blythe,
Who cut up his meat with a scythe;
When they said, “Well! I never!” he cried, “Scythes for ever!”
That lively old person of Blythe.

There was a young person of Ayr

There was a young person of Ayr,
Whose head was remarkably square:
On the top, in fine weather, she wore a gold feather;
Which dazzled the people of Ayr.

There was an old person of Rimini

There was an old person of Rimini,
Who said, “Gracious! Goodness! O Gimini!”
When they said, “Please be still!” she ran down a hill,
And was never more heard of at Rimini.

There is a young lady, whose nose

There is a young lady, whose nose,
Continually prospers and grows;
When it grew out of sight, she exclaimed in a fright,
“Oh! Farewell to the end of my nose!”

There was an old person of Ealing

There was an old person of Ealing,
Who was wholly devoid of good feeling;
He drove a small gig, with three Owls and a Pig,
Which distressed all the people of Ealing.

There was an old man of Thames Ditton

There was an old man of Thames Ditton,
Who called out for something to sit on;
But they brought him a hat, and said, “Sit upon that,
You abruptious old man of Thames Ditton!”

There was an old person of Bray

There was an old person of Bray,
Who sang through the whole of the day
To his ducks and his pigs, whom he fed upon figs,
That valuable person of Bray.

There was a young person whose history

There was a young person whose history
Was always considered a mystery;
She sate in a ditch, although no one knew which,
And composed a small treatise on history.

There was an old person of Bow

There was an old person of Bow,
Whom nobody happened to know;
So they gave him some soap, and said coldly, “We hope
You will go back directly to Bow!”

There was an old person of Rye

There was an old person of Rye,
Who went up to town on a fly;
But they said, “If you cough, you are safe to fall off!
You abstemious old person of Rye!”

There was an old person of Crowle

There was an old person of Crowle,
Who lived in the nest of an owl;
When they screamed in the nest, he screamed out with the rest,
That depressing old person of Crowle.

There was an old Lady of Winchelsea

There was an old Lady of Winchelsea,
Who said, “If you needle or pin shall see
On the floor of my room, sweep it up with the broom!”
That exhaustive old Lady of Winchelsea!

There was an old man in a tree

There was an old man in a tree,
Whose whiskers were lovely to see;
But the birds of the air pluck’d them perfectly bare,
To make themselves nests in that tree.

There was a young lady of Corsica

There was a young lady of Corsica,
Who purchased a little brown saucy-cur;
Which she fed upon ham, and hot raspberry jam,
That expensive young lady of Corsica.

There was a young lady of Firle

There was a young lady of Firle,
Whose hair was addicted to curl;
It curled up a tree, and all over the sea,
That expansive young lady of Firle.

There was an old person of Stroud

There was an old person of Stroud,
Who was horribly jammed in a crowd;
Some she slew with a kick, some she scrunched with a stick,
That impulsive old person of Stroud.

There was an old man of Boulak

There was an old man of Boulak,
Who sate on a Crocodile’s back;
But they said, “Towr’ds the night he may probably bite,
Which might vex you, old man of Boulak!”

There was an old person of Skye

There was an old person of Skye,
Who waltz’d with a Bluebottle fly:
They buzz’d a sweet tune, to the light of the moon,
And entranced all the people of Skye.

There was an old man of Blackheath

There was an old man of Blackheath,
Whose head was adorned with a wreath
Of lobsters and spice, pickled onions and mice,
That uncommon old man of Blackheath.

There was an old man, who when little

There was an old man, who when little
Fell casually into a kettle;
But, growing too stout, he could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that kettle.

There was an old person of Dundalk

There was an old person of Dundalk,
Who tried to teach fishes to walk;
When they tumbled down dead, he grew weary, and said,
“I had better go back to Dundalk!”

There was an old person of Shoreham

There was an old person of Shoreham,
Whose habits were marked by decorum;
He bought an Umbrella, and sate in the cellar,
Which pleased all the people of Shoreham.

There was an old person of Bar

There was an old person of Bar,
Who passed all her life in a jar,
Which she painted pea-green, to appear more serene,
That placid old person of Bar.

There was a young person of Kew

There was a young person of Kew,
Whose virtues and vices were few;
But with blamable haste she devoured some hot paste,
Which destroyed that young person of Kew.

There was an old person of Jodd

There was an old person of Jodd,
Whose ways were perplexing and odd;
She purchased a whistle, and sate on a thistle,
And squeaked to the people of Jodd.

There was an old person of Bude

There was an old person of Bude,
Whose deportment was vicious and crude;
He wore a large ruff of pale straw-colored stuff,
Which perplexed all the people of Bude.

There was an old person of Brigg

There was an old person of Brigg,
Who purchased no end of a wig;
So that only his nose, and the end of his toes,
Could be seen when he walked about Brigg.

There was an old man of Messina

There was an old man of Messina,
Whose daughter was named Opsibeena;
She wore a small wig, and rode out on a pig,
To the perfect delight of Messina.

TWENTY-SIX NONSENSE RHYMES AND PICTURES.

The Absolutely Abstemious Ass

The Absolutely Abstemious Ass,
who resided in a Barrel, and only lived on
Soda Water and Pickled Cucumbers.

The Bountiful Beetle

The Bountiful Beetle,
who always carried a Green Umbrella when it didn’t rain,
and left it at home when it did.

The Comfortable Confidential Cow

The Comfortable Confidential Cow,
who sate in her Red Morocco Arm Chair and
toasted her own Bread at the parlour Fire.

The Dolomphious Duck

The Dolomphious Duck,
who caught Spotted Frogs for her dinner
with a Runcible Spoon.

The Enthusiastic Elephant

The Enthusiastic Elephant,
who ferried himself across the water with the
Kitchen Poker and a New pair of Ear-rings.

The Fizzgiggious Fish

The Fizzgiggious Fish,
who always walked about upon Stilts,
because he had no legs.

The Good-natured Grey Gull

The Good-natured Grey Gull,
who carried the Old Owl, and his Crimson Carpet-bag,
across the river, because he could not swim.

The Hasty Higgeldipiggledy Hen

The Hasty Higgeldipiggledy Hen,
who went to market in a Blue Bonnet and Shawl,
and bought a Fish for her Supper.

The Inventive Indian

The Inventive Indian,
who caught a Remarkable Rabbit in a
Stupendous Silver Spoon.

The Judicious Jubilant Jay

The Judicious Jubilant Jay,
who did up her Back Hair every morning with a Wreath of Roses,
Three feathers, and a Gold Pin.

The Kicking Kangaroo

The Kicking Kangaroo,
who wore a Pale Pink Muslin dress
with Blue spots.

The Lively Learned Lobster

The Lively Learned Lobster,
who mended his own Clothes with
a Needle and Thread.

The Melodious Meritorious Mouse

The Melodious Meritorious Mouse,
who played a merry minuet on the
Piano-forte.

The Nutritious Newt

The Nutritious Newt,
who purchased a Round Plum-pudding
for his grand-daughter.

The Obsequious Ornamental Ostrich

The Obsequious Ornamental Ostrich,
who wore Boots to keep his
feet quite dry.

The Perpendicular Purple Polly

The Perpendicular Purple Polly,
who read the Newspaper and ate Parsnip Pie
with his Spectacles.

The Queer Querulous Quail

The Queer Querulous Quail,
who smoked a Pipe of tobacco on the top of
a Tin Tea-kettle.

The Rural Runcible Raven

The Rural Runcible Raven,
who wore a White Wig and flew away
with the Carpet Broom.

The Scroobious Snake

The Scroobious Snake,
who always wore a Hat on his Head, for
fear he should bite anybody.

The Tumultuous Tom-tommy Tortoise

The Tumultuous Tom-tommy Tortoise,
who beat a Drum all day long in the
middle of the wilderness.

The Umbrageous Umbrella-maker

The Umbrageous Umbrella-maker,
whose Face nobody ever saw, because it was
always covered by his Umbrella.

The Visibly Vicious Vulture

The Visibly Vicious Vulture,
who wrote some Verses to a Veal-cutlet in a
Volume bound in Vellum.

The Worrying Whizzing Wasp

The Worrying Whizzing Wasp,
who stood on a Table, and played sweetly on a
Flute with a Morning Cap.

The Excellent Double-extra XX

The Excellent Double-extra XX
imbibing King Xerxes, who lived a
long while ago.

The Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo

The Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
whose Head was ever so much bigger than his
Body, and whose Hat was rather small.

The Zigzag Zealous Zebra

The Zigzag Zealous Zebra,
who carried five Monkeys on his back all
the way to Jellibolee.

LAUGHABLE LYRICS, A FOURTH BOOK OF NONSENSE POEMS, SONGS, BOTANY, MUSIC, ETC.

CONTENTS

LAUGHABLE LYRICS.

THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.

THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.

THE PELICAN CHORUS.

THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÒ.

THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.

THE NEW VESTMENTS.

THE QUANGLE WANGLE’S HAT.

THE CUMMERBUND.

THE AKOND OF SWAT.

NONSENSE BOTANY.

NONSENSE ALPHABETS.

ALPHABET IV. (1877)

ALPHABET V. (1877)

LAUGHABLE LYRICS.

THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.

 When awful darkness and silence reign
 Over the great Gromboolian plain,
     Through the long, long wintry nights;
 When the angry breakers roar
 As they beat on the rocky shore;
     When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
 Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore, —

 Then, through the vast and gloomy dark
 There moves what seems a fiery spark, —
     A lonely spark with silvery rays
     Piercing the coal-black night, —
     A Meteor strange and bright:
 Hither and thither the vision strays,
     A single lurid light.

 Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps, —
 Anon it sparkles, flashes, and leaps;
 And ever as onward it gleaming goes
 A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
 And those who watch at that midnight hour
 From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
 Cry, as the wild light passes along, —
    “The Dong! the Dong!
   The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
     The Dong! the Dong!
   The Dong with a luminous Nose!”

     Long years ago
   The Dong was happy and gay,
 Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
   Who came to those shores one day.
 For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did, —
 Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
     Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
   And the rocks are smooth and gray.
 And all the woods and the valleys rang
 With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang, —
     “Far and few, far and few,
       Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
       Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
       And they went to sea in a sieve.”

 Happily, happily passed those days!
   While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
     They danced in circlets all night long,
     To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
   In moonlight, shine, or shade.
 For day and night he was always there
 By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
 With her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair;
 Till the morning came of that hateful day
 When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
 And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
 Gazing, gazing for evermore, —
 Ever keeping his weary eyes on
 That pea-green sail on the far horizon, —
 Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
 As he sate all day on the grassy hill, —
     “Far and few, far and few,
       Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
       Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
       And they went to sea in a sieve.”

 But when the sun was low in the West,
     The Dong arose and said, —
 “What little sense I once possessed
     Has quite gone out of my head!”
 And since that day he wanders still
 By lake and forest, marsh and hill,
 Singing, “O somewhere, in valley or plain,
 Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
 For ever I’ll seek by lake and shore
 Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!”

     Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
     Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks;
     And because by night he could not see,
     He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
       On the flowery plain that grows.
       And he wove him a wondrous Nose, —
     A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!

 Of vast proportions and painted red,
 And tied with cords to the back of his head.
     In a hollow rounded space it ended
     With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
         All fenced about
         With a bandage stout
         To prevent the wind from blowing it out;
     And with holes all round to send the light
     In gleaming rays on the dismal night

 And now each night, and all night long,
 Over those plains still roams the Dong;
 And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
 You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,
 While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
 To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
 Lonely and wild, all night he goes, —
 The Dong with a luminous Nose!
 And all who watch at the midnight hour,
 From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
 Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
 Moving along through the dreary night, —
    “This is the hour when forth he goes,
     The Dong with a luminous Nose!
     Yonder, over the plain he goes, —
         He goes!
         He goes, —
     The Dong with a luminous Nose!”

THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.

Two old Bachelors were living in one house;
One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse, —
“This happens just in time! For we’ve nothing in the house,
Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey,
And what to do for dinner — since we haven’t any money?
And what can we expect if we haven’t any dinner,
But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?”

Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin, —
“We might cook this little Mouse, if we only had some Stuffin’!
If we had but Sage and Onion we could do extremely well;
But how to get that Stuffin’ it is difficult to tell!”

Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town
And asked for Sage and Onion as they wandered up and down;
They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found
In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.

But some one said, “A hill there is, a little to the north,
And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;
And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage, —
An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
Climb up, and seize him by the toes, — all studious as he sits, —
And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!
Then mix him with your Onion (cut up likewise into Scraps), —
When your Stuffin’ will be ready, and very good — perhaps.”

Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.

“You earnest Sage!” aloud they cried, “your book you’ve read enough in!
We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin’!”

But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
At those two Bachelors’ bald heads a certain aim he took;
And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down, —
At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want of Stuffin’),
The Mouse had fled — and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.

They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;
And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.

THE PELICAN CHORUS.

 King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
  No other Birds so grand we see!
 None but we have feet like fins!
 With lovely leathery throats and chins!
     Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
     We think no Birds so happy as we!
     Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill!
     We think so then, and we thought so still

 We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.
 By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
 By day we fish, and at eve we stand
 On long bare islands of yellow sand.
 And when the sun sinks slowly down,
 And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,

 Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
 And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
 Wing to wing we dance around,
 Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
 Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;
 And this is the song we nightly snort, —
     Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
     We think no Birds so happy as we!
     Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
     We think so then, and we thought so still!

 Last year came out our Daughter Dell,
 And all the Birds received her well.
 To do her honor a feast we made
 For every bird that can swim or wade, —
 Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
 Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
 Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
 Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:
 Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!
 They ate and drank and danced all night,
 And echoing back from the rocks you heard
 Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird, —
     Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
     We think no Birds so happy as we!
     Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
     We think so then, and we thought so still!

 Yes, they came; and among the rest
 The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.
 Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float
 Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
 With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
 And a delicate frill to hide his feet
 (For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
 He has got no webs between his toes).

 As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
 In violent love that Crane King fell, —
 On seeing her waddling form so fair,
 With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.
 And before the end of the next long day
 Our Dell had given her heart away;
 For the King of the Cranes had won that heart
 With a Crocodile’s egg and a large fish-tart.
 She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
 Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;
 And away they flew in a gathering crowd
 Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.
     Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
     We think no Birds so happy as we!
     Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
     We think so then, and we thought so still!

 And far away in the twilight sky
 We heard them singing a lessening cry, —
 Farther and farther, till out of sight,
 And we stood alone in the silent night!
 Often since, in the nights of June,
 We sit on the sand and watch the moon, —

 She has gone to the great Gromboolian Plain,
 And we probably never shall meet again!
 Oft, in the long still nights of June,
 We sit on the rocks and watch the moon, —
 She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore.
 And we probably never shall see her more.
     Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
     We think no Birds so happy as we!
     Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
     We think so then, and we thought so still!

THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÒ.

I.

 On the Coast of Coromandel
     Where the early pumpkins blow,
       In the middle of the woods
   Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
 Two old chairs, and half a candle,
 One old jug without a handle, —
       These were all his worldly goods:
       In the middle of the woods,
       These were all the worldly goods
   Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
   Of the Yonghy-Bonghy Bò.

II.

 Once, among the Bong-trees walking
     Where the early pumpkins blow,
       To a little heap of stones
   Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
 There he heard a Lady talking,
 To some milk-white Hens of Dorking, —
     “’Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!
       On that little heap of stones
       Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!”
   Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
   Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

III.

“Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
      Sitting where the pumpkins blow,
        Will you come and be my wife?”
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
“I am tired of living singly —
 On this coast so wild and shingly, —
       I’m a-weary of my life;
       If you’ll come and be my wife,
       Quite serene would be my life!”
   Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
   Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

IV.

 “On this Coast of Coromandel
      Shrimps and watercresses grow,
        Prawns are plentiful and cheap,”
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
“You shall have my chairs and candle,
 And my jug without a handle!
       Gaze upon the rolling deep
      (Fish is plentiful and cheap);
       As the sea, my love is deep!”
   Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
   Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

V.

 Lady Jingly answered sadly,
      And her tears began to flow, —
       “Your proposal comes too late,
    Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
 I would be your wife most gladly!”
 (Here she twirled her fingers madly,)
      “But in England I’ve a mate!
       Yes! you’ve asked me far too late,
       For in England I’ve a mate,
   Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
   Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!

VI.

“Mr. Jones (his name is Handel, —
      Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
        Dorking fowls delights to send,
    Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
 Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle,
 And your jug without a handle, —
       I can merely be your friend!
       Should my Jones more Dorkings send,
       I will give you three, my friend!
   Mr. Yonghy-Bongy-Bò!
   Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!

VII.

“Though you’ve such a tiny body,
      And your head so large doth grow, —
        Though your hat may blow away,
    Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
 Though you’re such a Hoddy Doddy,
 Yet I wish that I could modi-
       fy the words I needs must say!
       Will you please to go away?
       That is all I have to say,
   Mr. Yongby-Bonghy-Bò!
   Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!”

VIII.

 Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
     Where the early pumpkins blow,
       To the calm and silent sea
    Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
 There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,
 Lay a large and lively Turtle.
      “You’re the Cove,” he said, “for me;
       On your back beyond the sea,
       Turtle, you shall carry me!”
   Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
   Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

IX.

 Through the silent-roaring ocean
     Did the Turtle swiftly go;
       Holding fast upon his shell
   Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
 With a sad primaeval motion
 Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
       Still the Turtle bore him well.
       Holding fast upon his shell,
      “Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!”
   Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
   Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

X.

 From the Coast of Coromandel
     Did that Lady never go;
       On that heap of stones she mourns
   For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
 On that Coast of Coromandel,
 In his jug without a handle
     Still she weeps, and daily moans;
     On that little heap of stones
     To her Dorking Hens she moans,
       For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
       For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.

I.

 The Pobble who has no toes
     Had once as many as we;
 When they said, “Some day you may lose them all;”
     He replied, “Fish fiddle de-dee!”
 And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
 Lavender water tinged with pink;
 For she said, “The World in general knows
 There’s nothing so good for a Pobble’s toes!”

II.

 The Pobble who has no toes,
     Swam across the Bristol Channel;
 But before he set out he wrapped his nose
     In a piece of scarlet flannel.
 For his Aunt Jobiska said, “No harm
 Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
 And it’s perfectly known that a Pobble’s toes
 Are safe — provided he minds his nose.”

III.

 The Pobble swam fast and well,
     And when boats or ships came near him,
 He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell
     So that all the world could hear him.
 And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
 When they saw him nearing the further side, —
“He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska’s
 Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!”

IV.

 But before he touched the shore, —
     The shore of the Bristol Channel,
 A sea-green Porpoise carried away
     His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
 And when he came to observe his feet,
 Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
 His face at once became forlorn
 On perceiving that all his toes were gone!

V.

 And nobody ever knew,
     From that dark day to the present,
 Whoso had taken the Pobble’s toes,
     In a manner so far from pleasant.
 Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
 Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,
 Nobody knew; and nobody knows
 How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!

VI.

 The Pobble who has no toes
     Was placed in a friendly Bark,
 And they rowed him back, and carried him up
     To his Aunt Jobiska’s Park.
 And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
 Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;
 And she said, “It’s a fact the whole world knows,
 That Pobbles are happier without their toes.”

THE NEW VESTMENTS.

 There lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,
 Who invented a purely original dress;
 And when it was perfectly made and complete,
 He opened the door and walked into the street.

 By way of a hat he’d a loaf of Brown Bread,
 In the middle of which he inserted his head;
 His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,
 The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;
 His Drawers were of Rabbit-skins, so were his Shoes;
 His Stockings were skins, but it is not known whose;
 His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;
 His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops;
 His Coat was all Pancakes, with Jam for a border,
 And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;
 And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,
 A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.

 He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,
 Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;
 And from every long street and dark lane in the town
 Beasts, Birdies, and Boys in a tumult rushed down.
 Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak;
 Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;
 Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,
 And the tails were devour’d by an ancient He Goat;
 An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore up his
 Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;
 And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,
 Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.
 He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
 For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
 They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
 They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
 And now from the housetops with screechings descend
 Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
 They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
 When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
 They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
 And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
 They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall, —
 Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.

 And he said to himself, as he bolted the door,
“I will not wear a similar dress any more,
 Any more, any more, any more, never more!”

MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS.

I.

 Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
     Climbed to the top of a wall.
   And they sate to watch the sunset sky,
   And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry,
     And the Biscuit Buffalo call.
 They took up a roll and some Camomile tea,
 And both were as happy as happy could be,
         Till Mrs. Discobbolos said, —
        “Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
         It has just come into my head,
   Suppose we should happen to fall!!!!!
                     Darling Mr. Discobbolos!

II.

“Suppose we should fall down flumpetty,
     Just like pieces of stone,
   On to the thorns, or into the moat,
   What would become of your new green coat?
     And might you not break a bone?
 It never occurred to me before,
 That perhaps we shall never go down any more!”
         And Mrs. Discobbolos said,
        “Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
         What put it into your head
   To climb up this wall, my own
                     Darling Mr. Discobbolos?”

III.

 Mr. Discobbolos answered,
    “At first it gave me pain,
   And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink
   When your exclamation made me think
     We might never get down again!
 But now I believe it is wiser far
 To remain for ever just where we are.”
         And Mr. Discobbolos said,
        “Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
         It has just come into my head
   We shall never go down again,
                     Dearest Mrs. Discobbolos!”

IV.

 So Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
     Stood up and began to sing, —
  “Far away from hurry and strife
   Here we will pass the rest of life,
     Ding a dong, ding dong, ding!
 We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
 No tables nor carpets nor household cares;
         From worry of life we’ve fled;
         Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
         There is no more trouble ahead,
   Sorrow or any such thing,
                     For Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos!”

THE QUANGLE WANGLE’S HAT.

I.

 On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
     The Quangle Wangle sat,
 But his face you could not see,
     On account of his Beaver Hat.
 For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,
 With ribbons and bibbons on every side,
 And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,
 So that nobody ever could see the face
         Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.

II.

 The Quangle Wangle said
     To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
 “Jam, and jelly, and bread
     Are the best of food for me!
 But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree
 The plainer than ever it seems to me
 That very few people come this way
 And that life on the whole is far from gay!”
         Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.

III.

 But there came to the Crumpetty Tree
     Mr. and Mrs. Canary;
 And they said, “Did ever you see
     Any spot so charmingly airy?
 May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
 Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
 O please let us come and build a nest
 Of whatever material suits you best,
         Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!”

IV.

 And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
     Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
 The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
     The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
 (The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
 And all of them said, “We humbly beg
 We may build our homes on your lovely Hat, —
 Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
    Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!”

V.

 And the Golden Grouse came there,
     And the Pobble who has no toes,
 And the small Olympian bear,
     And the Dong with a luminous nose.
 And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,
 And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
 And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat, —
 All came and built on the lovely Hat
   Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.

VI.

 And the Quangle Wangle said
     To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
 “When all these creatures move
     What a wonderful noise there’ll be!”
 And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
 They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
 On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
 And all were as happy as happy could be,
   With the Quangle Wangle Quee.

THE CUMMERBUND.

An Indian Poem.

I.

She sate upon her Dobie,
 To watch the Evening Star,
And all the Punkahs, as they passed,
 Cried, “My! how fair you are!”
Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
 The tall Kamsamahs grew,
And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
 Hung down from Tchokis blue.

II.

Below her home the river rolled
 With soft meloobious sound,
Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
 In myriads circling round.
Above, on tallest trees remote
 Green Ayahs perched alone,
And all night long the Mussak moan’d
 Its melancholy tone.

III.

And where the purple Nullahs threw
 Their branches far and wide,
And silvery Goreewallahs flew
 In silence, side by side,
The little Bheesties’ twittering cry
 Rose on the flagrant air,
And oft the angry Jampan howled
 Deep in his hateful lair.

IV.

She sate upon her Dobie,
 She heard the Nimmak hum,
When all at once a cry arose,
 “The Cummerbund is come!”
In vain she fled: with open jaws
 The angry monster followed,
And so (before assistance came)
 That Lady Fair was swollowed.

V.

They sought in vain for even a bone
 Respectfully to bury;
They said, “Hers was a dreadful fate!”
 (And Echo answered, “Very.”)
They nailed her Dobie to the wall,
 Where last her form was seen,
And underneath they wrote these words,
 In yellow, blue, and green:
“Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
 Nor sit out late at night,
Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
 And swollow you outright.”

NOTE. — First published in Times of India, Bombay, July, 1874.

THE AKOND OF SWAT.

 Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT?
 Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
 Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair,             or SQUAT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
 Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,             or HOT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,
 And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,          or TROT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
 Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,          or a COT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 When he writes a copy in round-hand size,
 Does he cross his T’s and finish his I’s              with a DOT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Can he write a letter concisely clear
 Without a speck or a smudge or smear                    or BLOT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Do his people like him extremely well?
 Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,                   or PLOT,
                                                 At the Akond of Swat?

 If he catches them then, either old or young,
 Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,            or shot,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
 Or even at times, when days are dark,                   GAROTTE?
                                                  O the Akond of Swat!

 Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
 Or doesn’t he care for public opinion                    a JOT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 To amuse his mind do his people show him
 Pictures, or any one’s last new poem,                    or WHAT,
                                                For the Akond of Swat?

 At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,
 Do they bring him only a few small cakes,               or a LOT,
                                                For the Akond of Swat?

 Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
 Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,      or a DOT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Does he like to lie on his back in a boat
 Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,            SHALLOTT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
 Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ,           or a SCOT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?
 Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,            or a GROTT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
 Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?              or a POT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
 When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe,            or ROT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,
 And tie it neat in a bow with ends,                    or a KNOT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies?
 When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes,          or NOT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?
 Does he sail about on an inland lake,                  in a YACHT,
                                                    The Akond of Swat?

 Some one, or nobody, knows I wot
 Who or which or why or what
                                                 Is the Akond of Swat!

NOTE. — For the existence of this potentate see Indian newspapers, passim.
The proper way to read the verses is to make an immense emphasis on the
monosyllabic rhymes, which indeed ought to be shouted out by a chorus.
* * * * *

NONSENSE BOTANY.

Armchairia Comfortabilis.

Bassia Palealensis.

Bubblia Blowpipia.

Bluebottlia Buzztilentia.

Crabbia Horrida.

Smalltoothcombia Domestica.

Knutmigrata Simplice.

Tureenia Ladlecum.

Puffia Leatherbellowsa.

Queeriflora Babyöides.

NONSENSE ALPHABETS.

ALPHABET IV. (1877)

A

A was an Area Arch
Where washerwomen sat; They made a lot of lovely starch
To starch Papa’s Cravat.

B

B was a Bottle blue,
Which was not very small; Papa he filled it full of beer, And then he drank it all.

C

C was Papa’s gray Cat,
Who caught a squeaky Mouse; She pulled him by his twirly tail
All about the house.

D

D was Papa’s white Duck,
Who had a curly tail; One day it ate a great fat frog,
Besides a leetle snail.

E

E was a little Egg,
Upon the breakfast table; Papa came in and ate it up
As fast as he was able.

F

F was a little Fish.
Cook in the river took it Papa said, “Cook! Cook! bring a dish!
And, Cook! be quick and cook it!”

G

G was Papa’s new Gun;
He put it in a box; And then he went and bought a bun,
And walked about the Docks.

H

H was Papa’s new Hat;
He wore it on his head; Outside it was completely black,
But inside it was red.

I

I was an Inkstand new,
Papa he likes to use it; He keeps it in his pocket now,
For fear that he should lose it.

J

J was some Apple Jam,
Of which Papa ate part; But all the rest he took away
And stuffed into a tart.

K

K was a great new Kite;
Papa he saw it fly Above a thousand chimney pots,
And all about the sky.

L

L was a fine new Lamp;
But when the wick was lit, Papa he said, “This Light ain’t good!
I cannot read a bit!”

M

M was a dish of mince;
It looked so good to eat! Papa, he quickly ate it up,
And said, “This is a treat!”

N

N was a Nut that grew
High up upon a tree; Papa, who could not reach it, said,
“That’s much too high for me!”

O

O was an Owl who flew
All in the dark away, Papa said, “What an owl you are!
Why don’t you fly by day?”

P

P was a little Pig,
Went out to take a walk; Papa he said, “If Piggy dead,
He’d all turn into Pork!”

Q

Q was a Quince that hung
Upon a garden tree; Papa he brought it with him home,
And ate it with his tea.

R

R was a Railway Rug
Extremely large and warm; Papa he wrapped it round his head,
In a most dreadful storm.

S

S was Papa’s new Stick,
Papa’s new thumping Stick, To thump extremely wicked boys,
Because it was so thick.

T

T was a tumbler full
Of Punch all hot and good; Papa he drank it up, when in
The middle of a wood.

U

U was a silver urn,
Full of hot scalding water; Papa said, “If that Urn were mine,
I’d give it to my daughter!”

V

V was a Villain; once
He stole a piece of beef. Papa he said, “Oh, dreadful man!
That Villain is a Thief!”

W

W was a Watch of Gold:
It told the time of day, So that Papa knew when to come,
And when to go away.

X

X was King Xerxes, whom
Papa much wished to know; But this he could not do, because
Xerxes died long ago.

Y

Y was a Youth, who kicked
And screamed and cried like mad; Papa he said, “Your conduct is
Abominably bad!”

Z

Z was a Zebra striped
And streaked with lines of black; Papa said once, he thought he’d like
A ride upon his back.

ALPHABET V. (1877)

tumbled down, and hurt his Arm, against a bit of wood,

said. “My Boy, oh, do not cry; it cannot do you good!”

said, “A Cup of Coffee hot can’t do you any harm.”

said, “A Doctor should be fetched, and he would cure the arm.”

said, “An Egg beat up with milk would quickly make him well.”

said, “A Fish, if broiled, might cure, if only by the smell.”

said, “Green Gooseberry fool, the best of cures I hold.”

said, “His Hat should be kept on, to keep him from the cold.”

said, “Some Ice upon his head will make him better soon.”

said, “Some Jam, if spread on bread, or given in a spoon!”

said, “A Kangaroo is here, — this picture let him see.”

said, “A Lamp pray keep alight, to make some barley tea.”

said, “A Mulberry or two might give him satisfaction.”

said, “Some Nuts, if rolled about, might be a slight attraction.”

said, “An Owl might make him laugh, if only it would wink.”

P said, “Some Poetry might be read aloud, to make him think.”

said, “A Quince I recommend, — a Quince, or else a Quail.”

said, “Some Rats might make him move, if fastened by their tail.”

said, “A Song should now be sung, in hopes to make him laugh!”

said, “A Turnip might avail, if sliced or cut in half!”

said, “An Urn, with water hot, place underneath his chin!”

said, “I’ll stand upon a chair, and play a Violin!”

said, “Some Whisky-Whizzgigs fetch, some marbles and a ball!”

said, “Some double XX ale would be the best of all!”

said, “Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect plaster!”

said, “Here is a box of Zinc! Get in, my little master!
We’ll shut you up! We’ll nail you down! We will, my little master! We think we’ve all heard quite enough of this your sad disaster!”

NONSENSE SONGS AND STORIES

CONTENTS

INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY

ECLOGUE COMPOSED AT CANNES, DECEMBER 9TH, 1867

THE HERALDIC BLAZON OF FOSS THE CAT

THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO IN THE AUTOGRAPH OF EDWARD LEAR

INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY

I

O! My aged Uncle Arly!
Sitting on a heap of Barley
   Thro’ the silent hours of night, —
Close beside a leafy thicket: —
On his nose there was a Cricket, —
In his hat a Railway-Ticket; —
   (But his shoes were far too tight.)

II

Long ago, in youth, he squander’d
All his goods away, and wander’d
   To the Tiniskoop-hills afar.
There on golden sunsets blazing,
Every morning found him gazing, —
Singing— “Orb! you’re quite amazing!
   How I wonder what you are!”

III

Like the ancient Medes and Persians,
Always by his own exertions
   He subsisted on those hills; —
Whiles, — by teaching children spelling, —
Or at times by merely yelling, —
Or at intervals by selling
   “Propter’s Nicodemus Pills.”

IV

Later, in his morning rambles
He perceived the moving brambles —
   Something square and white disclose; —
“Twas a First-class Railway Ticket;
But, on stooping down to pick it
Off the ground, — a pea-green Cricket
   settled on my uncle’s Nose.

V

Never — never more, — Oh! never,
Did that Cricket leave him ever, —
   Dawn or evening, day or night; —
Clinging as a constant treasure, —
Chirping with a cheerious measure, —
Wholly to my uncle’s pleasure
   (Though his shoes were far too tight.)

VI

So for three-and-forty winters,
Till his shoes were worn to splinters,
   All those hills he wander’d o’er, —
Sometimes silent; — sometimes yelling; —
Till he came to Borley-Melling,
Near his old ancestral dwelling; —
   (But his shoes were far too tight.)

VII

On a little heap of Barley
Died my aged uncle Arly,
   And they buried him one night; —
Close beside the leafy thicket; —
There, — his hat and Railway-Ticket; —
There, — his ever-faithful Cricket; —
   (But his shoes were far too tight.)

ECLOGUE COMPOSED AT CANNES, DECEMBER 9TH, 1867

(Interlocutors — Mr. Lear and Mr. and Mrs. Symonds.)

 Edwardus — What makes you look so black, so glum, so cross?
           Is it neuralgia, headache, or remorse?

 Johannes — What makes you look as cross, or even more so?
           Less like a man than is a broken Torso?

        E — What if my life is odious, should I grin?
           If you are savage, need I care a pin?

        J — And if I suffer, am I then an owl?
           May I not frown and grind my teeth and growl?

        E — Of course you may; but may not I growl too!
           May I not frown and grind my teeth like you!

        J — See Catherine comes! To her, to her,
           Let each his several miseries refer;
           She shall decide whose woes are least or worst,
           And which, as growler, shall rank last or first.

Catherine — Proceed to growl, in silence I’ll attend,
           And hear your foolish growlings to the end;
           And when they’re done, I shall correctly judge
           Which of your griefs are real or only fudge.
           Begin, let each his mournful voice prepare,
           (And pray, however angry, do not swear!)

        J — We came abroad for warmth, and find sharp cold!
           Cannes is an imposition, and we’re sold.

        E — Why did I leave my native land, to find
           Sharp hailstones, snow, and most disgusting wind?

        J — What boots it that we orange trees or lemons see,
           If we must suffer from such vile inclemency?

        E — Why did I take the lodgings I have got,
           Where all I don’t want is: — all I want not?

        J — Last week I called alout, O! O! O! O!
           The ground is wholly overspread with snow!
           Is that at any rate a theme for mirth
           Which makes a sugar-cake of all the earth?

        E — Why must I sneeze and snuffle, groan and cough,
           If my hat’s on my head, or if it’s off?
           Why must I sink all poetry in this prose,
           The everlasting blowing of my nose?

        J — When I walk out the mud my footsteps clogs,
           Besides, I suffer from attacks of dogs.

        E — Me a vast awful bulldog, black and brown,
           Completely terrified when near the town;
           As calves perceiving butchers, trembling reel,
           So did my calves the approaching monster feel.

        J — Already from two rooms we’re driven away,
           Because the beastly chimneys smoke all day;
           Is this a trifle, say?  Is this a joke?
           That we, like hams, should be becooked in smoke?

        E — Say, what avails it that my servant speaks
           Italian, English, Arabic, and Greek,
           Besides Albanian; if he don’t speak French,
           How can I ask for salt, or shrimps, or tench?

        J — When on the foolish hearth fresh wood I place,
           It whistles, sings, and squeaks, before my face;
           And if it does unless the fire burns bright,
           And if it does, yet squeaks, how can I write?

        E — Alas! I needs must go and call on swells,
           That they may say, “O Pray draw me the Estrelles.”
           On one I went last week to leave a card,
           The swell was out — the servant eyed me hard:
           “This chap’s a thief disguised,” his face expressed:
           If I go there again, may I be blest!

        J — Why must I suffer in this wind and gloom!
           Roomattics in a vile cold attic room?

        E — Swells drive about the road with haste and fury;
           As Jehu drove about all over Jewry.
           Just now, while walking slowly, I was all but
           Run over by the Lady Emma Talbot,
           Whom not long since a lovely babe I knew,
           With eyes and cap-ribbons of perfect blue.

        J — Downstairs and upstairs, every blessed minute,
           There’s each room with pianofortes in it.
           How can I write with noises such as those?
           And, being always discomposed, compose?

        E — Seven Germans through my garden lately strayed
           And all on instruments of torture played:
           They blew, they screamed, they yelled: how can I paint
           Unless my room is quiet, which it ain’t?

        J — How can I study if a hundred flies
           Each moment blunder into both my eyes?

        E — How can I draw with green or blue or red,
           If flies and beetles vex my old bald head?

        J — How can I translate German Metaphys-
           -Ics, if mosquitoes round my forehead whizz?

        E — I’ve bought some bacon (Though it’s much too fat),
           But round the house there prowls a hideous cat;
           Once should I see my bacon in her mouth,
           What care I if my rooms look north or south?

        J — Pain from a pane in one cracked window comes,
           Which sings and whistles, buzzes, shrieks and hums;
           In vain amain with pain the pane with this chord
           I fain would strain to stop the beastly dischord!

        E — If rain and wind and snow and such like ills
           Continue here, how shall I pay my bills?
           For who through cold and slush and rain will come
           To see my drawings and to purchase some?
           And if they don’t, what destiny is mine?
           How can I ever get to Palestine?

        J — The blinding sun strikes through the olive trees,
           When I walk out, and always makes me sneeze.

        E — Next door, if all night long the moon is shining,
           There sits a dog, who wakes me up with whining.

    Cath. — Forbear!  You both are bores, you’ve growled enough:
           No longer will I listen to such stuff!
           All men have nuisances and bores to afflict ‘um;
           Hark then, and bow to my official dictum!
           For you, Johannes, there is most excuse,
           (Some interruptions are the very deuce),
           You’re younger than the other cove, who surely
           Might have some sense — besides, you’re somewhat poorly.
           This therefore is my sentence, that you nurse
           The Baby for seven hours, and nothing worse.
           For you, Edwardus, I shall say no more
           Than that your griefs are fudge, yourself a bore;
           Return at once to cold, stewed, minced, hashed mutton —
           To wristbands ever guiltless of a button —
           To raging winds and sea (where don’t you wish
           Your luck may ever let you catch one fish?) —

           To make large drawings nobody will buy —
           To paint oil pictures which will never dry —
           To write new books which nobody will read —
           To drink weak tea, on tough old pigs to feed —
           Till spring-time brings the birds and leaves and flowers,
           And time restores a world of happier hours.

THE HERALDIC BLAZON OF FOSS THE CAT

THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO IN THE AUTOGRAPH OF EDWARD LEAR

POSTHUMOUSLY PUBLISHED WORKS

CONTENTS

HOW PLEASANT TO KNOW MR. LEAR

HIS GARDEN

WHEN “GRAND OLD MEN” PERSIST IN FOLLY

SAITH THE POET OF NONSENSE

AT DINGLE BANK

EPITAPH

MRS. JAYPHER

SPOTS OF GREECE

BUT AH! (THE LANDSCAPE PAINTER SAID)

IT IS A VIRTUE IN INGENUOUS YOUTH

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO FELT PERT

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PAXO

PARODY OF TENNYSON’S ‘TO EDWARD LEAR ON HIS TRAVELS IN GREECE’

THE CHILDREN OF THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT

COLD ARE THE CRABS

THE SCROOBIOUS PIP

THE ADVENTURES OF MR. LEAR, THE POLLY AND THE PUSSEYBITE ON THEIR WAY TO THE RITERTITLE MOUNTAINS

HOW PLEASANT TO KNOW MR. LEAR

“How pleasant to know Mr.Lear!”
   Who has written such volumes of stuff!
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
   But a few think him pleasant enough.

His mind is concrete and fastidious,
   His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous,
   His beard it resembles a wig.

He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
   Leastways if you reckon two thumbs;
Long ago he was one of the singers,
   But now he is one of the dumbs.

He sits in a beautiful parlour,
   With hundreds of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of Marsala,
   But never gets tipsy at all.

He has many friends, lay men and clerical,
   Old Foss is the name of his cat;
His body is perfectly spherical,
   He weareth a runcible hat.

When he walks in waterproof white,
   The children run after him so!
Calling out, “He’s gone out in his night-
   Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!”

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
   He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
   And chocolate shrimps from the mill.

He reads, but he cannot speak, Spanish,
   He cannot abide ginger beer:
Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish,
   How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!

HIS GARDEN

And this is certain; if so be
You could just now my garden see,
The aspic of my flowers so bright
Would make you shudder with delight.
And if you vos to see my rozziz
As is a boon to all men’s nozziz, —
You’d fall upon your back and scream —
“O Lawk! O criky! it’s a dream!”

WHEN “GRAND OLD MEN” PERSIST IN FOLLY

When “Grand old men” persist in folly
   In slaughtering men and chopping trees,
What art can soothe the melancholy
   Of those whom futile “statesmen” teaze?

The only way their wrath to cover
   To let mankind know who’s to blame-o —
Is first to rush by train to Dover
   And then straight onward to Sanremo.

SAITH THE POET OF NONSENSE

Saith the Poet of Nonsense
“Thoughts into my head do come
Thick as flies upon a plum.”

AT DINGLE BANK

He lived at Dingle Bank — he did; —
  He lived at Dingle bank;
And in his garden was one Quail,
  Four tulips, and a Tank;
And from his windows he could see
The otion and the River Dee.

His house stood on a Cliff, — it did,
  In aspic it was cool;
And many thousand little boys
  Resorted to his school,
Where if of progress they could boast
He gave them heaps of buttered toast.

But he grew rabid-wroth, he did,
  If they neglected books,
And dragged them to adjacent cliffs
  With beastly Button Hooks,
And there with fatuous glee he threw
Them down into the otion blue.

And in the sea they swam, they did, —
  All playfully about,
And some eventually became
  Sponges, or speckled trout; —
But Liverpool doth all bewail
Their Fate; — likewise his Garden Quail.

EPITAPH

Beneath these high Cathedral stairs
Lie the remains of Susan Pares.
Her name was Wiggs, it was not Pares,
But Pares was put to rhyme with stairs.

MRS. JAYPHER

Mrs. Jaypher found a wafer
Which she struck upon a note;
This she took and gave the cook.
Then she went and bought a boat
Which she paddled down the stream
Shouting, “Ice produces cream,
Beer when churned produces butter!
Henceforth all the words I utter
Distant ages thus shall note —
‘From the Jaypher Wisdom-Boat.’”

Mrs Jaypher said it’s safer
If you’ve lemons in your head
First to eat a pound of meat
And then to go at once to bed.

SPOTS OF GREECE

Papa once went to Greece,
   And there I understand
He saw no end of lovely spots
   About that lovely land.
He talks about these spots of Greece
   To both Mama and me
Yet spots of Greece upon my dress
   They can’t abear to see!
I cannot make it out at all —
   If ever on my Frock
They see the smallest Spot of Greece
   It gives them quite a shock!
Henceforth, therefore — to please them both
   These spots of Greece no more
Shall be upon my frock at all —
   Nor on my Pinafore.

BUT AH! (THE LANDSCAPE PAINTER SAID)

But ah! (the Landscape painter said,)
A brutal fly walks on my head
  And my bald skin doth tickle;
And so I stop distracted quite,
(With itching skin for who can write?)
In most disgusting pickle —

IT IS A VIRTUE IN INGENUOUS YOUTH

It is a virtue in ingenuous youth,
To leave off lying and return to truth,
For well it’s known that all religious morals
Are caused by Bass’s Ale and South Atlantic Corals.

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO FELT PERT

There was an old man who felt pert
When he wore a palerose-coloured shirt.
When they said “Is it pleasant?”
He cried “Not at present —
It’s a leetle to short — is my shirt!”

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PAXO

There was an old person of Paxo
Which complained when the fleas bit his back so,
But they gave him a chair
And impelled him to swear,
Which relieved that old person of Paxo.

PARODY OF TENNYSON’S ‘TO EDWARD LEAR ON HIS TRAVELS IN GREECE’

Delirious Bulldogs; — echoing calls
My daughter, — green as summer grass; —
The long supine Plebeian ass,
The nasty crockery boring falls; —

Tom-Moory Pathos; — all things bare, —
With such a turket! such a hen!
And scrambling forms of distant men,
O! ain’t you glad you were not there!

THE CHILDREN OF THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT

Our mother was the Pussy-cat, our father was the Owl,
And so we’re partly little beasts and partly little fowl,
The brothers of our family have feathers and they hoot,
While all the sisters dress in fur and have long tails to boot.
  We all believe that little mice,
  For food are singularly nice.
Our mother died long years ago. She was a lovely cat
Her tail was 5 feet long, and grey with stripes, but what of that?
In Sila forest on the East of fair Calabria’s shore
She tumbled from a lofty tree  none ever saw her more.
Our owly father long was ill from sorrow and surprise,
But with the feathers of his tail he wiped his weeping eyes.
And in the hollow of a tree in Sila’s inmost maze
We made a happy home and there we pass our obvious days.

From Reggian Cosenza many owls about us flit
And bring us worldly news for which we do not care a bit.
We watch the sun each morning rise, beyond Tarento’s strait;
We go out  before it gets too late;
And when the evening shades begin to lengthen from the trees
 as sure as bees is bees.
We wander up and down the shore
Or tumble over head and heels, but never, never more
Can see the far Gromboolian plains
Or weep as we could once have wept o’er many a vanished scene:
This is the way our father moans  he is so very green.

Our father still preserves his voice, and when he sees a star
He often sings  to that original guitar.

The pot in which our parents took the honey in their boat,
But all the money has been spent, beside the £5 note.
The owls who come and bring us nows are often
Because we take no interest in poltix of the day.)

COLD ARE THE CRABS

Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills
Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath,
And colder still the brazen chops that wreathe
   The tedious gloom of philosophic pills!
For when the tardy gloom of nectar fills
The ample bowls of demons and of men,
There lurks the feeble mouse, the homely hen,
   And there the porcupine with all her quills.
Yet much remains — to weave a solemn strain
That lingering sadly — slowly dies away,
Daily departing with departing day.
A pea green gamut on a distant plain
Where wily walrusses in congress meet —
   Such such is life —

THE SCROOBIOUS PIP

1

The Scroobious Pip went out one day
When the grass was green, and the sky was grey.
Then all the beasts in the world came round
When the Scroobious Pip sat down on the ground.
     The cat and the dog and the kangaroo
     The sheep and the cow and the guineapig too —
     The wolf he howled, the horse he neighed
     The little pig squeaked and the donkey brayed,
     And when the lion began to roar
     There never was heard such a noise before.
     And every beast he stood on the tip
     Of his toes to look a the Scroobious Pip.
At last they said to the Fox - “By far,
You’re the wisest beast! You know you are!
Go close to Scroobious Pip and say,
Tell us all about yourself we pray-
For as yet we can’t make out in the least
If you’re Fish or Insect, or Bird or Beast.”
The Scroobious Pip looked vaguelyy round
And sang these words with a rumbling sound-
     Chippetty Flip; Flippetty Chip;-
My only name is the Scroobious Pip.

2

The Scroobious Pip from the top of a tree
Saw the distant Jellybolee,-
And all the birds in the world came there,
Flying in crowds all through the air.
     The Vulture and Eagle, the cock and the hen
     The Ostrich the Turkey the Snipe and the Wren;
     The Parrot chattered, the Blackbird sung
     And the owl looked wise bu held his tongue,
     And when the Peacock began to scream
     The hullabaloo was quite extreme.
     And every bird he fluttered the tip
     Of his wng as he stared at the Scroobious Pip.
At last they said to the owl- “By far,
You’re the wisest Bird — you know you are!
Fly close to the Scroobious Pip and say,
Explain all about yourself we paray-
For as yet we have neither seen nor heard
If you’re fish or insect, beast or bird!”
The Scroobious Pip looked gaily round
And sang these words with a chirpy sound-
     Chippetty Flip; Flippetty Chip;-
My only name is the Scroobious Pip.

3

The Scroobious Pip went into the sea
By the beautiful shore of Jellybolee-
All the fish in the world swam round
With a splashing squashy spluttering sound.
     The sprat, the herring, the turbot too
     The shark, the sole and the mackerel blue,
     The flounder spluttered, the purpoise puffed
     ...............................................................
     And when the whale began to spout
     ...............................................................
     And every fish he shook the tip
     Of his tail as he gazed on the Scroobious Pip
At last they said to the whale- “By far
You’re the biggest Fish - you know you are!
Swim close to the Scroobious Pip and say-
Tell us all about yourself we pray!-
For to know you yourself is our only wish;
Are you beast or insect, bird or fish?”
The Scroobious Pip looked softly round
And sung these words with a liquid sound-
     Pliffity Flip; Pliffety Flip;-
My only name is the Scroobious Pip.

4

The scroobious Pip sat under a tree
By the silent shores of the Jellybolee;
All the insects in all the world
About the Scroobious Pip entwirled.
     Beetles and     with purple eyes
     Gnats and buzztilential flies-
     Grasshoppers, butterflies, spiders too,
     Wasps and bees and dragon-flies blue,
     And when the gnats began to hum
          bounced like a dismal drum,
     And every insect curled the tip
     Of his snout, and looked a the Scroobious Pip.
At last the said to the Ant - “By far
You’re the wisest insect, you know you are!
Creep close to the Scroobious Pip and say-
Tell us all about yourself we pray,
For we can’t find out, and we can’t tell why-
If you’re beast or fish or a bird or a fly.”
The Scroobious Pip turned quickly round
And sang these words with a whistly sound
     Wizzeby wip - wizzeby wip —
My only name is the Scroobious Pip.

5

Then all the beasts that walk on the ground
Danced in a circle round and round-
And all the birds that fly in the air
Flew round and round in a circle there,
And all the fish in the Jellybolee
Swum in a circle about the sea,
And all the insects that creep or go
Buzzed in a circle to and fro.
And they roared and sang and whistled and cried
Till the noise was heard from side to side-
     Chippetty tip! Chippetty tip!
It’s only name is the Scroobious Pip.

THE ADVENTURES OF MR. LEAR, THE POLLY AND THE PUSSEYBITE ON THEIR WAY TO THE RITERTITLE MOUNTAINS

Aug. 23, 1866.
1, Upper Hyde Park Garden

Mr. Lear goes out a walking with Polly and the Pusseybite.

Mr. Lear, feeling tired, and also the Polly and the Pusseybite, sit down on a wall to rest.

Mr. Lear, the Polly and the Pusseybite go into a shop to buy a Numbrella, because it began to rain.

Mr. Lear, the Polly and the Pusseybite having purchased umbrellas, proceed on their walk.

Mr. Lear, the Polly and the Pusseybite arrive at a bridge, which being broken they do not know what to do.

Mr. Lear, the Polly and the Pusseybite all tumble promiscuous into the raging river and become quite wet.
A page missing here from the manuscript.

Mr. Lear, the Polly and the Pusseybite peruse their journey in a benevolent boat.

Mr. Lear, the Polly and the Pusseybite incidentally fall over an unexpected cataract, and are all dashed to atoms.
A page missing here from the manuscript.

The 2 venerable Jebusites fasten the remains of Mr. Lear, the Polly and the Pusseybite, but fail to reconstruct them perfectly as 3 individuals.

Mr. Lear and the Pusseybite and the Pollycat and the 2 Jebusites and the Jerusalem Artichokes and the Octogonal Oysterclippers all tumble into a deep hole and are never seen or distinguished or heard of never more afterwards.

The Poems

The headquarters of the Zoological Society, London. By the age of 16, Lear was already earning a wage from his illustration work, employed as an ornithological draughtsman by the Zoological Society.

LIST OF POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

THERE WAS AN OLD DERRY DOWN DERRY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A NOSE

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF SMYRNA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON A HILL

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CHILI

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A GONG

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF KILKENNY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF COLUMBIA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A TREE

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY OF CHERTSEY

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE CHIN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A FLUTE, —

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF PORTUGAL

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF ISCHIA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF VIENNA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A BOAT

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BUDA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MOLDAVIA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF HURST

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MADRAS

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DOVER

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF LEEDS

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CADIZ

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE ISLES

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BASING

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SUPPOSED

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON WHOSE HABITS

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE WEST

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MARSEILLES

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE WREKIN

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE NOSE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF NORWAY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF APULIA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF QUEBEC, —

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF BUTE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PHILŒ

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A POKER

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PRAGUE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF PERU

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE NORTH

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF TROY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF MOLD

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF TRING

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF NEPAUL

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE NILE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF TH’ ABRUZZI

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CALCUTTA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF RHODES

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE SOUTH

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MELROSE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE DEE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF LUCCA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF COBLENZ

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF BOHEMIA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CORFU

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF VESUVIUS

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUNDEE

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY WHOSE FOLLY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON SOME ROCKS

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF RHEIMS

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF LEGHORN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A PEW

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF JAMAICA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SAID, “HOW

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF TROY

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF HULL

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DUTTON

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SAID, “HUSH!

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF RUSSIA

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF TYRE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BANGOR

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE EAST

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE COAST

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF KAMSCHATKA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF GRETNA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A BEARD

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF BERLIN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE WEST

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CHEADLE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF ANERLEY

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF WALES

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF WELLING

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF TARTARY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF WHITEHAVEN

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF SWEDEN

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CHESTER

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE CAPE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BURTON

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF EMS

THERE WAS A YOUNG GIRL OF MAJORCA

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF POOLE

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY OF PRAGUE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF PARMA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SPARTA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON WHOSE NOSE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF TURKEY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF AÔSTA

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF CRETE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF CLARE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF DORKING

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CAPE HORN

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CROMER

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE HAGUE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SPAIN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SAID, “WELL!

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH AN OWL

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A CASEMENT

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF EWELL

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF PERU.

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A BEARD

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE EYES

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF RYDE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE BONNET

THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.

THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO.

THE DADDY LONG-LEGS AND THE FLY.

THE JUMBLIES.

THE NUTCRACKERS AND THE SUGAR-TONGS.

CALICO PIE.

MR. AND MRS. SPIKKY SPARROW.

THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER, AND THE TONGS.

THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR.

ALPHABET I. (1871)

ALPHABET II. (1871)

ALPHABET III. (1871)

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF BANTRY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN AT A JUNCTION

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF MINETY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THERMOPYLAE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DEAL

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON THE HUMBER

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A BARGE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUNROSE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF TOULOUSE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BREE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BROMLEY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SHIELDS

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUNLUCE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DEE-SIDE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON IN BLACK

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE DARGLE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PINNER

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CHINA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A MARSH

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BRILL

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF WICK

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN AT A STATION

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THREE BRIDGES

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF HONG KONG

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON IN GREEN

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF FIFE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SCREAMED OUT

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY IN WHITE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SLOUGH

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DOWN

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON IN RED

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF HOVE

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON IN PINK

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY OF FRANCE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PUTNEY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF LOO

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF WOKING

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DEAN

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY IN BLUE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A GARDEN

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PISA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF FLORENCE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SHEEN

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF WARE

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF JANINA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CASHMERE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CASSEL

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PETT

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF SPITHEAD

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON THE BORDER

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUMBREE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF FILEY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHOSE REMORSE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF IBREEM

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF WILTS

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF GRANGE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF NEWRY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUMBLANE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF PORT GRIGOR

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF EL HUMS

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF WEST DUMPET

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SARK

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHOSE DESPAIR

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BARNES

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF NICE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF GREENWICH

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CANNES

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF ICKLEY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF HYDE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON IN GRAY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF ANCONA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SESTRI

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BLYTHE

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF AYR

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF RIMINI

THERE IS A YOUNG LADY, WHOSE NOSE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF EALING

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THAMES DITTON

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BRAY

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON WHOSE HISTORY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BOW

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF RYE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CROWLE

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY OF WINCHELSEA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A TREE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF CORSICA

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF FIRLE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF STROUD

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF BOULAK

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SKYE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF BLACKHEATH

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN, WHO WHEN LITTLE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DUNDALK

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SHOREHAM

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BAR

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF KEW

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF JODD

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BUDE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BRIGG

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MESSINA

THE ABSOLUTELY ABSTEMIOUS ASS

THE BOUNTIFUL BEETLE

THE COMFORTABLE CONFIDENTIAL COW

THE DOLOMPHIOUS DUCK

THE ENTHUSIASTIC ELEPHANT

THE FIZZGIGGIOUS FISH

THE GOOD-NATURED GREY GULL

THE HASTY HIGGELDIPIGGLEDY HEN

THE INVENTIVE INDIAN

THE JUDICIOUS JUBILANT JAY

THE KICKING KANGAROO

THE LIVELY LEARNED LOBSTER

THE MELODIOUS MERITORIOUS MOUSE

THE NUTRITIOUS NEWT

THE OBSEQUIOUS ORNAMENTAL OSTRICH

THE PERPENDICULAR PURPLE POLLY

THE QUEER QUERULOUS QUAIL

THE RURAL RUNCIBLE RAVEN

THE SCROOBIOUS SNAKE

THE TUMULTUOUS TOM-TOMMY TORTOISE

THE UMBRAGEOUS UMBRELLA-MAKER

THE VISIBLY VICIOUS VULTURE

THE WORRYING WHIZZING WASP

THE EXCELLENT DOUBLE-EXTRA XX

THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO

THE ZIGZAG ZEALOUS ZEBRA

THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.

THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.

THE PELICAN CHORUS.

THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÒ.

THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.

THE NEW VESTMENTS.

THE QUANGLE WANGLE’S HAT.

THE CUMMERBUND.

THE AKOND OF SWAT.

ALPHABET IV. (1877)

ALPHABET V. (1877)

INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY

ECLOGUE COMPOSED AT CANNES, DECEMBER 9TH, 1867

THE HERALDIC BLAZON OF FOSS THE CAT

THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO IN THE AUTOGRAPH OF EDWARD LEAR

HOW PLEASANT TO KNOW MR. LEAR

HIS GARDEN

WHEN “GRAND OLD MEN” PERSIST IN FOLLY

SAITH THE POET OF NONSENSE

AT DINGLE BANK

EPITAPH

MRS. JAYPHER

SPOTS OF GREECE

BUT AH! (THE LANDSCAPE PAINTER SAID)

IT IS A VIRTUE IN INGENUOUS YOUTH

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO FELT PERT

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PAXO

PARODY OF TENNYSON’S ‘TO EDWARD LEAR ON HIS TRAVELS IN GREECE’

THE CHILDREN OF THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT

COLD ARE THE CRABS

THE SCROOBIOUS PIP

THE ADVENTURES OF MR. LEAR, THE POLLY AND THE PUSSEYBITE ON THEIR WAY TO THE RITERTITLE MOUNTAINS

LIST OF POEMS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

A-D   E-H   I-L   M-O   P-S   T-V   W-Z

ALPHABET I. (1871)

ALPHABET II. (1871)

ALPHABET III. (1871)

ALPHABET IV. (1877)

ALPHABET V. (1877)

AT DINGLE BANK

BUT AH! (THE LANDSCAPE PAINTER SAID)

CALICO PIE.

COLD ARE THE CRABS

ECLOGUE COMPOSED AT CANNES, DECEMBER 9TH, 1867

EPITAPH

HIS GARDEN

HOW PLEASANT TO KNOW MR. LEAR

INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY

IT IS A VIRTUE IN INGENUOUS YOUTH

MR. AND MRS. SPIKKY SPARROW.

MRS. JAYPHER

PARODY OF TENNYSON’S ‘TO EDWARD LEAR ON HIS TRAVELS IN GREECE’

SAITH THE POET OF NONSENSE

SPOTS OF GREECE

THE ABSOLUTELY ABSTEMIOUS ASS

THE ADVENTURES OF MR. LEAR, THE POLLY AND THE PUSSEYBITE ON THEIR WAY TO THE RITERTITLE MOUNTAINS

THE AKOND OF SWAT.

THE BOUNTIFUL BEETLE

THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER, AND THE TONGS.

THE CHILDREN OF THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT

THE COMFORTABLE CONFIDENTIAL COW

THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÒ.

THE CUMMERBUND.

THE DADDY LONG-LEGS AND THE FLY.

THE DOLOMPHIOUS DUCK

THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.

THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO IN THE AUTOGRAPH OF EDWARD LEAR

THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO.

THE ENTHUSIASTIC ELEPHANT

THE EXCELLENT DOUBLE-EXTRA XX

THE FIZZGIGGIOUS FISH

THE GOOD-NATURED GREY GULL

THE HASTY HIGGELDIPIGGLEDY HEN

THE HERALDIC BLAZON OF FOSS THE CAT

THE INVENTIVE INDIAN

THE JUDICIOUS JUBILANT JAY

THE JUMBLIES.

THE KICKING KANGAROO

THE LIVELY LEARNED LOBSTER

THE MELODIOUS MERITORIOUS MOUSE

THE NEW VESTMENTS.

THE NUTCRACKERS AND THE SUGAR-TONGS.

THE NUTRITIOUS NEWT

THE OBSEQUIOUS ORNAMENTAL OSTRICH

THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.

THE PELICAN CHORUS.

THE PERPENDICULAR PURPLE POLLY

THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.

THE QUANGLE WANGLE’S HAT.

THE QUEER QUERULOUS QUAIL

THE RURAL RUNCIBLE RAVEN

THE SCROOBIOUS PIP

THE SCROOBIOUS SNAKE

THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR.

THE TUMULTUOUS TOM-TOMMY TORTOISE

THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.

THE UMBRAGEOUS UMBRELLA-MAKER

THE VISIBLY VICIOUS VULTURE

THE WORRYING WHIZZING WASP

THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO

THE ZIGZAG ZEALOUS ZEBRA

THERE IS A YOUNG LADY, WHOSE NOSE

THERE WAS A YOUNG GIRL OF MAJORCA

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY IN BLUE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY IN WHITE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF BUTE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF CLARE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF CORSICA

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF DORKING

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF FIRLE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF GREENWICH

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF HULL

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF LUCCA

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF NORWAY

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF PARMA

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF POOLE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF PORTUGAL

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF RUSSIA

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF RYDE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF SWEDEN

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF TROY

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF TURKEY

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF TYRE

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF WALES

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY OF WELLING

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE BONNET

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE CHIN

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE EYES

THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE NOSE

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON IN GREEN

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON IN PINK

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON IN RED

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF AYR

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF BANTRY

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF CRETE

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF JANINA

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF KEW

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON OF SMYRNA

THERE WAS A YOUNG PERSON WHOSE HISTORY

THERE WAS AN OLD DERRY DOWN DERRY

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY OF CHERTSEY

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY OF FRANCE

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY OF PRAGUE

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY OF WINCHELSEA

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY WHOSE FOLLY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN AT A JUNCTION

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN AT A STATION

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A BARGE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A BOAT

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A CASEMENT

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A GARDEN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A MARSH

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A PEW

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A TREE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN IN A TREE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF ANCONA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF AÔSTA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF APULIA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF BERLIN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF BLACKHEATH

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF BOHEMIA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF BOULAK

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CALCUTTA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CAPE HORN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CASHMERE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF COBLENZ

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF COLUMBIA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CORFU

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DEE-SIDE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUMBLANE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUMBREE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUNDEE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUNLUCE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF DUNROSE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF EL HUMS

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF HONG KONG

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF IBREEM

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF JAMAICA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF KAMSCHATKA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF KILKENNY

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF LEGHORN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MADRAS

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MARSEILLES

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MELROSE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MESSINA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MOLDAVIA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF NEPAUL

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF PERU

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF PERU.

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF PORT GRIGOR

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF QUEBEC, —

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF SPITHEAD

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF TH’ ABRUZZI

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THAMES DITTON

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE CAPE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE COAST

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE DARGLE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE DEE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE EAST

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE HAGUE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE ISLES

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE NILE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE NORTH

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE SOUTH

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE WEST

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE WEST

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THE WREKIN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THERMOPYLAE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF THREE BRIDGES

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF TOULOUSE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF VESUVIUS

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF VIENNA

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF WEST DUMPET

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF WHITEHAVEN

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON A HILL

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON SOME ROCKS

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON THE BORDER

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON THE HUMBER

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN ON WHOSE NOSE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO FELT PERT

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SAID, “HOW

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SAID, “HUSH!

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SAID, “WELL!

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SCREAMED OUT

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO SUPPOSED

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHOSE DESPAIR

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHOSE REMORSE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A BEARD

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A BEARD

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A FLUTE, —

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A GONG

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A NOSE

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH A POKER

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WITH AN OWL

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN, WHO WHEN LITTLE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON IN BLACK

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON IN GRAY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF ANERLEY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BANGOR

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BAR

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BARNES

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BASING

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BLYTHE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BOW

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BRAY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BREE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BRIGG

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BRILL

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BROMLEY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BUDA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BUDE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF BURTON

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CADIZ

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CANNES

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CASSEL

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CHEADLE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CHESTER

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CHILI

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CHINA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CROMER

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CROWLE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DEAL

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DEAN

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DOVER

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DOWN

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DUNDALK

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF DUTTON

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF EALING

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF EMS

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF EWELL

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF FIFE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF FILEY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF FLORENCE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF GRANGE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF GRETNA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF HOVE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF HURST

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF HYDE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF ICKLEY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF ISCHIA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF JODD

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF LEEDS

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF LOO

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF MINETY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF MOLD

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF NEWRY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF NICE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PAXO

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PETT

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PHILŒ

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PINNER

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PISA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PRAGUE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF PUTNEY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF RHEIMS

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF RHODES

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF RIMINI

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF RYE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SARK

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SESTRI

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SHEEN

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SHIELDS

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SHOREHAM

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SKYE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SLOUGH

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SPAIN

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF SPARTA

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF STROUD

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF TARTARY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF TRING

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF TROY

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF WARE

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF WICK

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF WILTS

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF WOKING

THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON WHOSE HABITS

WHEN “GRAND OLD MEN” PERSIST IN FOLLY

Selected Paintings

Monte Generoso, located on the border between Switzerland and Italy and between Lake Lugano and Lake Como. Between 1878 and 1883, Lear spent his summers on Monte Generoso and his celebrated oil painting ‘The Plains of Lombardy’ is a product of this creative period.

LIST OF ARTWORKS

Animal Illustrations

Ara macao

Psitteuteles versicolor

Vini kuhlii

Wood pigeon

Common Pheasant

Lear MaguariStork

Anodorhynchus leari

Psittacula torquata

Agapornis swindernianus

Agapornis taranta

Cock of the Wood

Tortoise litograph

Chelonoidis denticulata

Landscape Paintings

Reggio calabria

Masada (or Sebbeh) on the Dead Sea

Lear petra wadi bushes 1858

Civita Castellana

Petra wadi bushes, sketch, 1858

Lear petra 1859

Nuneham

The Pyramids Road, Gizah

Howatke, 1858

The Falls of the Kalama Albania 1851

The Plains of Lombardy from Monte Generoso

Animal Illustrations

Ara macao

Psitteuteles versicolor

Vini kuhlii

Wood pigeon

Common Pheasant

Lear MaguariStork

Anodorhynchus leari

Psittacula torquata

Agapornis swindernianus

Agapornis taranta

Cock of the Wood

Tortoise litograph

Chelonoidis denticulata

Landscape Paintings

Reggio calabria

Masada (or Sebbeh) on the Dead Sea

Lear petra wadi bushes 1858

Civita Castellana

Petra wadi bushes, sketch, 1858

Lear petra 1859

Nuneham

The Pyramids Road, Gizah

Howatke, 1858

The Falls of the Kalama Albania 1851

The Plains of Lombardy from Monte Generoso

The Biography

Stratford Place, Westminster, London — Lear’s home and studio from 1859 till 1868

The plaque commemorating Lear’s studio in Westminster

BRIEF BIOGRAPHY by Franklin Lushington

EDWARD LEAR (1812-1888), English artist and humorist, was born in London on the 12th of May 1812. His earliest drawings were ornithological. When he was twenty years old he published a brilliantly coloured selection of the rarer Psittacidae. Its power attracted the attention of the 13th earl of Derby, who employed Lear to draw his Knowsley menagerie. He became a permanent favourite with the Stanley family; and Edward, 15th earl, was the child for whose amusement the first Book of Nonsense was composed. From birds, Lear turned to landscape, his earliest efforts in which recall the manner of J. D. Harding; but he quickly acquired a more individual style. About 1837 he set up a studio at Rome, where he lived for ten years, with summer tours in Italy and Sicily, and occasional visits to England. During this period he began to publish his Illustrated Journals of a Landscape Painter: charmingly written reminiscences of wandering, which ultimately embraced Calabria, the Abruzzi, Albania, Corsica, &c. From 1848-1849 he explored Greece, Constantinople, the Ionian Islands, Lower Egypt, the wildest recesses of Albania, and the desert of Sinai. He returned to London, but the climate did not suit him. In 1854-1855 he wintered on the Nile, and migrated successively to Corfu, Malta and Rome, finally building himself a villa at San Remo. From Corfu Lear visited Mount Athos, Syria, Palestine, and Petra; and when over sixty, by the assistance of Lord Northbrook, then Governor-General, he saw the cities and scenery of greatest interest within a large area of India. From first to last he was, in whatever circumstances of difficulty or ill-health, an indomitable traveller.

Before visiting new lands he studied their geography and literature, and then went straight for the mark; and wherever he went he drew most indefatigably and most accurately. His sketches are not only the basis of more finished works, but an exhaustive record in themselves. Some defect of technique or eyesight occasionally left his larger oil painting, though nobly conceived, crude or deficient in harmony; but his smaller pictures and more elaborate sketches abound in beauty, delicacy, and truth. Lear modestly called himself a topographical artist; but he included in the term the perfect rendering of all characteristic graces of form, colour, and atmosphere. The last task he set himself was to prepare for popular circulation a set of some 200 drawings, illustrating from his travels the scenic touches of Tennyson’s poetry; but he did not live to complete the scheme, dying at San Remo on the 30th of January 1888. Until sobered by age, his conversation was brimful of humorous fun. The paradoxical originality and ostentatiously uneducated draughtsmanship of his numerous nonsense books won him a more universal fame than his serious work. He had a true artist’s sympathy with art under all forms, and might have become a skilled musician had he not been a painter. Swainson, the naturalist, praised young Lear’s great red and yellow macaw as “equalling any figure ever painted by Audubon in grace of design, perspective, and anatomical accuracy.” Murchison, examining his sketches, complimented them as rigorously embodying geological truth. Tennyson’s lines “To E. L. on his Travels in Greece,” mark the poet’s genuine admiration of a cognate spirit in classical art. Ruskin placed the Book of Nonsense first in the list of a hundred delectable volumes of contemporary literature, a judgment endorsed by English-speaking children all over the world.

San Remo, Liguria, Italy — Lear’s final resting place