MR. CAUDLE'S HAT. A CAUDLE LECTURE REVERSED. Now, Mrs. Caudle, I should like to know what has become of my hat? Here I've been hunting all over the house, and lost ten minutes that should have been given to the Mutual Life Insurance Co. Now, I say, what have you done with that hat? You haven't seen it? Of course not; never do see it. Frank, go and get my hat; and Jane, fetch me my cane. What's that! You can't find my hat? Now, Mrs. Caudle, I should like to know why you will persist in training your children in such a heedless manner? He can't find my hat! To be sure not; how can he, if you don't teach him how to look? Didn't I leave it in the kitchen when I went there last night after something to eat? How should you know? I say it's your business to know, and to have my things ready for me in the morning, and not have me losing so much time. Eh! you have too much else to do? Of course you have! with three servants and two children! Be calm? Oh, yes, I will be calm! You see I am calm, and if you would only be so, I should have been able to find my hat long ago, instead of staying here to listen to your excuses, when I ought to be down town attending to business. I wonder how you expect I'm to keep this house going, if I'm to be kept waiting here for my hat. What! how can you help it? How can you help it! Why, madam, it's the easiest thing in the world! It's simply this modern management. Now, do you suppose things would go on in this way if you would only see that articles are in the right place? but, I suppose, you haven't got time to do that even! Of course not. Well, there is no use talking, I must go to the office bareheaded. Your bonnet, madam? Your bonnet! But why should I be surprised-why should I be surprised if you should offer me your skirts also, since I seem to have lost all authority in this house! It's not your fault? And pray, then, whose fault is it? I will repeat it over twenty times, if you wish it— whose fault is it? What! the servants'? No, ma'am, I tell you you are mistaken; it is not the servants'-it is your fault. I wonder who oversees the servants-who, madam, but you? Then, clearly, it's your fault that I can't find my hat. [Sits down.] Well, it's no use talking, I sha'n't go to the office to-day, and you, ma'am, sha'n't go to Newportd'ye hear? It's no use asking; you sha'n't go. You needn't suppose I'm going to be deprived of my hat like this, and then allow you to spend my money at Newport. No, ma'am; I'm no such fool as all that comes to. No-no, ma'am ; here I am, and here I'll stay all day, ma'am, and--eh! What! You wish I wouldn't talk so much? I tell you I will talk-I'll talk all day, if I please, and smoke, too-d'ye hear that? I'll smoke in the dining-room, and—yes—I'll smoke in the parlor; I'll scent the curtains, and smoke all over the house! Here (says Mrs. Caudle) the horrid wretch was about putting his odious precept into practice, when Jane came in with his hat, having found it in a corner of the large oaktree chair on the back stoop. SHIPWRECKED. FROM THE FRENCH OF FRANÇOIS coppée. Before the wine-shop which o'erlooks the beach Puffing his pipe, he slowly sips his grog, And spins sea-yarns to many an old sea-dog Yes, lads-hear him say— 'Tis sixty years ago this very day Since I first went to sea; on board, you know, An old three-masted tub, rotten almost, Just fit to burn, bound for the Guinea coast. We set all sail. The breeze was fair and stiff. My boyhood had been passed 'neath yonder cliff, Kept me at prawning for my daily bread. At night he came home drunk. Such kicks and blows! But once at sea 'twas ten times worse, I found. I learned to take, to bear, and make no sound. First place, our ship was in the negro trade, (Round as an egg) was liberal of the cat. The rope's-end, cuffs, kicks, blows, all fell on me; I ceased to cry. Tears brought me no relief. Had placed a dog among those cruel men. Like me, he shunned their brutal kicks and blows. We soon grew friends, fast friends, true friends, God knows! He was Newfoundland. Black, they called him there. His eyes were golden brown, and black his hair. He was my shadow from that blessed night When we made friends; and by the star's half light, And our men caulked their watch," I used to creep I used to cry and cry, and press my head Close to the heart grieved by the tears I shed. Night after night I mourned our piteous case, While Black's large tongue licked my poor tear-stained face. Poor Black! I think of him so often still! At first we had fair winds our sails to fill, But one hot night, when all was calm and mute, Gave a long look over the vessel's side, Spun our old ship about. The captain roared Our ship broached to. The strain had broke her back. Landsmen can have no notion Of how it feels to sink beneath the ocean. As the blue billows closed above our deck, I did not struggle much-I could not swim. I sank down deep, it seemed-drowned but for him— The dog and I alone survived the gale: Boy though I was, my heart was brave and stout, Like those on the Medusa's raft. I thought... For five long nights, and longer dreadful days, Fierce hunger gnawed us with its cruel fangs, Each morn I hoped; each night, when hope was gone, I watched in vain. No sail appeared in sight. 'Here, Black! old fellow! here!" I cried in vain. He looked me in the face and crouched again. I searched my pockets and I drew my knife- He missed me in blind haste. With all my might Struggled beneath the pressure of my knee. His red eyes rolled; sighs heaved his shining coat. And so I killed my friend. I had but one! |