MORAL. All tales should point a moral, and why not the Devil's tail, For Milton tells us Sin 's ended foul, in many a scale. And though Superstition fill all the earth with fancied hosts, Be prudent, gay, and just, and you'll find no knocks or ghosts. YE ANCIENT MARINER. [A High menial party sa a few select friends in Pork Place, near Fifth Avenue,] THERE was a merry wedding feast, Ere whiles in New York, And with the custom of the East, The merrie dance it moved about In sooth of either sex, The men they drink-ed of brown stout, The maids of double X. And loud and long the glasses clank, [A Bill presented to the reader.] Amid the guests there was a wight, Amid the guests he saw a form On whom he not could choose but gaze, A tarpaulin beneath his arm, His jacket of the greenest baize. With striped breeches met his coat, But wilder was his stony eye, That frozen eye of marble blue; An eye that glared, an eye that froze, And pitted like a pepper box. [Sir Wm. striketh upon a Tar, and is stuck.] And there that mariner doth stand, With his mesmeric, eldrick stare, His beard he stroketh with his hand, With marvel and amaze, And yet nor muscle can he stir, Nor look from off that green, green beard, [Sir Wm. heareth the Baden Baden, and he is about to be off by the first train, but Aquarius issueth the writ of ne exeat, and attacheth Sir Wm.'s button-hole.] And now the fiddle and trombone Do tell the polka hath begun, And fain Sir William would be gone, Then cried that Ancient Mariner- "For I've a tale that thou must hear, Then mark you, while unto thine ear |