* No matter if the fellow be a knave, Provided that the razors shave: It sartinly will be a monstrous prize.” So, home the clown, with his good fortune, went, And quickly soap'd himself to ears and eyes. "Twas a vile razor!-then the rest he tried- “I wish my eighteen-pence within my purse!" In vain to chase his beard, and bring the graces, He cut, and dug, and winced, and stamp'd, and swore; Brought blood and danced, blasphemed and made wry And cursed each razor's body o'er and o'er! His muzzle, form'd of opposition stuff, Hodge sought the fellow-found him, and began- "Friend," quoth the razor-man, “I am no knave: Upon my soul, I never thought That they would shave." [faces, Not think they'd shave!" quoth Hodge, with wondering And voice not much unlike an Indian yell; [eyes, "What were they made for then, you dog!" he cries. Made!" quoth the fellow, with a smile,—“ to sell.” Pindar. The Case Altered. HODGE held a farm, and smiled content. For rent must come when rent was due. But luckless still poor Hodge's fate: Hodge felt at heart resentment strong 66 If Hodge, for once, don't sting the Squire, May people post him for a liar!" He said across his shoulder throws "I come, an't please you, to unfold The law my damage shall decide; Sir, I'm so struck when here before ye, I fear I've blunder'd in the story. 'Fore George! but I'll not blunder now: His worship found his rage subside, Anonymous. |