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第8章 Ballad: The Baby's Vengeance

Weary at heart and extremely ill

Was PALEY VOLLAIRE of Bromptonville,

In a dirty lodging, with fever down,

Close to the Polygon, Somers Town.

PALEY VOLLAIRE was an only son

(For why?

His mother had had but one),

And PALEY inherited gold and grounds

Worth several hundred thousand pounds.

But he, like many a rich young man,

Through this magnificent fortune ran,

And nothing was left for his daily needs

But duplicate copies of mortgage-deeds.

Shabby and sorry and sorely sick,

He slept, and dreamt that the clock's "tick, tick,"Was one of the Fates, with a long sharp knife,Snicking off bits of his shortened life.

He woke and counted the pips on the walls,The outdoor passengers' loud footfalls,

And reckoned all over, and reckoned again,The little white tufts on his counterpane.

A medical man to his bedside came.

(I can't remember that doctor's name),

And said, "You'll die in a very short whileIf you don't set sail for Madeira's isle.""Go to Madeira? goodness me!

I haven't the money to pay your fee!"

"Then, PALEY VOLLAIRE," said the leech, "good bye;I'll come no more, for your're sure to die."He sighed and he groaned and smote his breast;"Oh, send," said he, "for FREDERICK WEST,Ere senses fade or my eyes grow dim:

I've a terrible tale to whisper him!"

Poor was FREDERICK'S lot in life, -

A dustman he with a fair young wife,

A worthy man with a hard-earned store,

A hundred and seventy pounds - or more.

FREDERICK came, and he said, "Maybe

You'll say what you happened to want with me?""Wronged boy," said PALEY VOLLAIRE, "I will,But don't you fidget yourself - sit still."THE TERRIBLE TALE.

"'Tis now some thirty-seven years ago

Since first began the plot that I'm revealing,A fine young woman, whom you ought to know,Lived with her husband down in Drum Lane, Ealing.

Herself by means of mangling reimbursing,And now and then (at intervals) wet-nursing.

"Two little babes dwelt in their humble cot:

One was her own - the other only lent to her:

HER OWN SHE SLIGHTED.

Tempted by a lot

Of gold and silver regularly sent to her,She ministered unto the little other

In the capacity of foster-mother.

"I WAS HER OWN.

Oh! how I lay and sobbed

In my poor cradle - deeply, deeply cursingThe rich man's pampered bantling, who had robbedMy only birthright - an attentive nursing!

Sometimes in hatred of my foster-brother,I gnashed my gums - which terrified my mother.

"One day - it was quite early in the week -I IN MY CRADLE HAVING PLACED THE BANTLING -Crept into his!

He had not learnt to speak,

But I could see his face with anger mantling.

It was imprudent - well, disgraceful maybe,For, oh!

I was a bad, blackhearted baby!

"So great a luxury was food, I think

No wickedness but I was game to try for it.

NOW if I wanted anything to drink

At any time, I only had to cry for it!

ONCE, if I dared to weep, the bottle lacking,My blubbering involved a serious smacking!

"We grew up in the usual way - my friend,My foster-brother, daily growing thinner,While gradually I began to mend,

And thrived amazingly on double dinner.

And every one, besides my foster-mother,

Believed that either of us was the other.

"I came into HIS wealth - I bore HIS name,I bear it still - HIS property I squandered -I mortgaged everything - and now (oh, shame!)Into a Somers Town shake-down I've wandered!

I am no PALEY - no, VOLLAIRE - it's true, my boy!

The only rightful PALEY V. is YOU, my boy!

"And all I have is yours - and yours is mine.

I still may place you in your true position:

Give me the pounds you've saved, and I'll resignMy noble name, my rank, and my condition.

So far my wickedness in falsely owning

Your vasty wealth, I am at last atoning!"* * * * * * *

FREDERICK he was a simple soul,

He pulled from his pocket a bulky roll,

And gave to PALEY his hard-earned store,

A hundred and seventy pounds or more.

PALEY VOLLAIRE, with many a groan,

Gave FREDERICK all that he called his own, -Two shirts and a sock, and a vest of jean,A Wellington boot and a bamboo cane.

And FRED (entitled to all things there)

He took the fever from MR. VOLLAIRE,

Which killed poor FREDERICK WEST.

Meanwhile

VOLLAIRE sailed off to Madeira's isle.

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