ee boldly, as they seek for praise,
I keep thee with more effort than I'd use
To keep a dry-goods shop or big hotel.
I keep thee with a power I seemed to lose
With that last cook. I'll keep thee down the well,
Or up the chimney-place! Or if I choose,
I shall but keep thee in a Pumpkin shell.
This was, of course, meritorious, though somewhat suggestive of the
cave-men, who, we have never been told, were Pumpkin Eaters.
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Austin Dobson's version was really more lady-like:
BALLADE OF A PUMPKIN:
Golden-skinned, delicate, bright,
Wondrous of texture and hue,
Bathed in a soft, sunny light,
Pearled with a silvery dew.
Fair as a flower to the view,
Ripened by summer's soft heat,
Basking beneath Heaven's blue,--
This is the Pumpkin of Pete.
Peter consumed day and night,
Pumpkin in pie or in stew;
Hinted to Cook that she might
Can it for winter use, too.
Pumpkin croquettes, not a few,
Peter would happily eat;
Knowing content would ensue,--
This is the Pumpkin of Pete.
Everything went along right,
Just as all things ought to do;
Till Peter,--unfortunate wight,--
Married a girl that he knew.
Each day he had to pursue
His runaway Bride down the street,--
So her into prison he threw,--
This is the Pumpkin of Pete.
L'ENVOI
Lady, a sad lot, 'tis true,
Staying your wandering feet;
But 'tis the best place for you,--
This is the Pumpkin of Pete.
Like the other women present Dinah Craik felt the pathos of the
situation, and gave vent to her feelings in this tender burst of song:
Could I come back to you, Peter, Peter,
From this old pumpkin that I hate;
I would be so tender, so loving, Peter,--
Peter, Peter, gracious and great.
You were not half worthy of me, Peter,
Not half worthy the like of I;
Now all men beside are not in it, Peter,--
Peter, Peter, I feel like a pie.
Stretch out your hand to me, Peter, Peter,
Let me out of this Pumpkin, do;
Peter, my beautiful Pumpkin Eater,
Peter, Peter, tender and true.
Mr. Hogg took his own graceful view of the matter, thus:
Lady of wandering,
Blithesome, meandering,
Sweet was thy flitting o'er moorland and lea;
Emblem of restlessness,
Blest be thy dwelling place,
Oh, to abide in the Pumpkin with thee.
Peter, though bland and good,
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