Said a Scot on the watch, "Pho! it's nothing at all but a kind of hotch-potch!"

XXVIII.

"It's not parly voo,"

Cried a schoolboy or two, "Nor Hebrew at all," said a wandering Jew.

Some held it was sprung From the Irvingite tongue, The same that is used by a child very young.

XXIX.

Some guess'd it high Dutch, Others thought it had much In sound of the true Hoky-poky-ish touch; But none could be poz, What the Dickins! (not Boz) No mortal could tell what the Dickins it was!

XXX.

When who should come pat, In a moment like that, But Bowring, to see what the people were at-- A Doctor well able, Without any fable, To talk and translate all the babble of Babel.

XXXI.

So just drawing near, With a vigilant ear, That took ev'ry syllable in, very clear, Before one could sip Up a tumbler of flip, He knew the whole tongue, from the root to the tip!

XXXII.

Then stretching his hand, As you see Daniel stand, In the Feast of Belshazzar, that picture so grand!

Without more delay, In the Hamilton way He English'd whatever the Elf had to say.

XXXIII.

"_Krak kraziboo ban_, I'm the Lunatick Man, Confined in the Moon since creation began-- _Sit muggy bigog_, Whom except in a fog You see with a Lanthorn, a Bush, and a Dog."

XXXIV.

"_Lang sinery lear_, For this many a year, I've long'd to drop in at your own little sphere,-- _Och, pad-mad aroon_ Till one fine afternoon, I found that Wind-Coach on the horns of the Moon."

XXXV.

"_Cush quackery go_, But, besides you must know, I'd heard of a profiting Prophet below; _Big botherum blether_, Who pretended to gather The tricks that the Moon meant to play with the weather."

XXXVI.

"_So Crismus an crash_ Being shortish of cash, I thought I'd a right to partake of the hash-- _Slik mizzle an smak_, So I'm come with a pack, To sell to the trade, of My Own Almanack."

XXXVII.

"_Fiz bobbery pershal_ Besides aims commercial, Much wishing to honor my friend Sir John Herschel, _Cum puddin and tame_, It's inscribed to his name, Which is now at the full in celestial fame."

XXXVIII.

"_Wept wepton wish wept_, Pray this Copy accept"-- But here on the Stranger some Kidnappers leapt: For why a shrewd man Had devis'd a sly plan The Wonder to grab for a show Caravan.

XXXIX.

So plotted, so done-- With a fight as in fun, While mock pugilistical rounds were begun, A knave who could box, And give right and left knocks, Caught hold of the Prize by his silvery locks.

XL.

And hard he had fared, But the people were scared By what the Interpreter roundly declared; "You ignorant Turks!

You will be your own Burkes-- He holds all the keys of the lunary works!"

XLI.

"You'd best let him go-- If you keep him below, The Moon will not change, and the tides will not flow; He left her at full, And with such a long pull, Zounds! ev'ry man Jack will run mad like a bull!"

XLII.

So awful a threat Took effect on the set; The fright, tho', was more than their Guest could forget; So taking a jump, In the car he came plump, And threw all the ballast right out in a lump.

XLIII.

Up soar'd the machine, With its yellow and green; But still the pale face of the Creature was seen, Who cried from the car _"Dam in yooman bi gar_!"

That is,--"What a sad set of villains you are!"

XLIV.

Howbeit, at some height, He threw down quite a flight Of Almanacks, wishing to set us all right-- And, thanks to the boon, We shall see very soon If Murphy knows most, or the Man in the Moon!

QUEEN MAB.

A little fairy comes at night, Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown, With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down.