may,--
Le Frere Lubin's the man you need!
But any sober life to lead
Upon an exemplary plan,
Requires a Christian indeed,--
Le Frere Lubin is not the man!
Another's wealth on his to lay,
With all the craft of guile and greed,
To leave you bare of pence or pay,--
Le Frere Lubin's the man you need!
But watch him with the closest heed,
And dun him with what force you can,--
He'll not refund, howe'er you plead,--
Le Frere Lubin is not the man--
An honest girl to lead astray,
With subtle saw and promised meed,
Requires no cunning crone and gray,--
Le Frere Lubin's the man you need!
He preaches an ascetic creed,
But,--try him with the water can--
A dog will drink, whate'er his breed,--
Le Frere Lubin is not the man!
ENVOY
In good to fail, in ill succeed,
Le Frere Lubin's the man you need!
In honest works to lead the van,
Le Frere Lubin is not the man!
Andrew Lang [1844-1912]
THE CHAMELEON
Oft has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking spark,
With eyes, that hardly served at most
To guard their master 'gainst a post,
Yet round the world the blade has been
To see whatever could be seen,
Returning from his finished tour,
Grown ten times perter than before;
Whatever word you chance to drop,
The traveled fool your mouth will stop;
"Sir, if my judgment you'll allow,
I've seen--and sure I ought to know,"
So begs you'd pay a due submission,
And acquiesce in his decision.
Two travelers of such a cast,
As o'er Arabia's wilds they passed,
And on their way in friendly chat,
Now talked of this, and then of that,
Discoursed awhile, 'mongst other matter,
Of the chameleon's form and nature.
"A stranger animal," cries one,
"Sure never lived beneath the sun.
A lizard's body, lean and long,
A fish's head, a serpent's tongue,
Its foot with triple claw disjoined;
And what a length of tail behind!
How slow its pace; and then its hue--
Who ever saw so fine a blue?"
"Hold, there," the other quick replies,
"'Tis green,--I saw it with these eyes,
As late with open mouth it lay,
And warmed it in the sunny ray:
Stretched at its ease, the beast I viewed
And saw it eat the air for food."
"I've seen it, sir, as well as you,
And must again affirm it blue;
At leisure I the beast surveyed,
Extended in the cooling shade."
"'Tis green, 'tis green, sir, I assure ye!"
"Green!" cries the other in a fury--
"Why, sir!--d'ye think I've lost my eyes?"
"'Twere no great loss," the friend replies,
"For,
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