book! my wand! so, nothing is forgot.”
LXII.
“Wounds! how they shout!” said Hum, “and there, see, see!
Th’ ambassador’s return’d from Pigmio!
The morning’s very fine, uncommonly!
See, past the skirts of yon white cloud they go,
Tinging it with soft crimsons! Now below
The sable-pointed heads of firs and pines
They dip, move on, and with them moves a glow
Along the forest side! Now amber lines
Reach the hill top, and now throughout the valley shines.”
LXIII.
“Why, Hum, you’re getting quite poetical!
Those ‘nows’ you managed in a special style.”
“If ever you have leisure, Sire, you shall
See scraps of mine will make it worth your while,
Tid-bits for Phoebus! yes, you well may smile.
Hark! hark! the bells!” “A little further yet,
Good Hum, and let me view this mighty coil.”
Then the great Emperor full graceful set
His elbow for a prop, and snuff’d his mignonnette.
LXIV.
The morn is full of holiday; loud bells
With rival clamours ring from every spire;
Cunningly-station’d music dies and swells
In echoing places; when the winds respire,
Light flags stream out like gauzy tongues of fire;
A metropolitan murmur, lifeful, warm,
Comes from the northern suburbs; rich attire
Freckles with red and gold the moving swarm;
While here and there clear trumpets blow a keen alarm.
LXV.
And now the fairy escort was seen clear,
Like the old pageant of Aurora’s train,
Above a pearl-built minister, hovering near;
First wily Crafticant, the chamberlain,
Balanc’d upon his grey-grown pinions twain,
His slender wand officially reveal’d;
Then black gnomes scattering sixpences like rain;
Then pages three and three; and next, slave-held,
The Imaian ‘scutcheon bright, one mouse in argent field.
LXVI.
Gentlemen pensioners next; and after them,
A troop of winged Janizaries flew;
Then slaves, as presents bearing many a gem;
Then twelve physicians fluttering two and two;
And next a chaplain in a cassock new;
Then Lords in waiting; then (what head not reels
For pleasure?) the fair Princess in full view,
Borne upon wings, and very pleas’d she feels
To have such splendour dance attendance at her heels.
LXVII.
For there was more magnificence behind:
She wav’d her handkerchief. “Ah, very grand!”
Cry’d Elfinan, and clos’d the window-blind;
“And, Hum, we must not shilly-shally stand,
Adieu! adieu! I’m off for Angle-land!
I say, old Hocus, have you such a thing
About you, feel your pockets, I command,
I want, this instant, an invisible ring,
Thank you, old mummy! now securely I take wing.”
LXVIII.
Then Elfinan swift vaulted from the floor,
And lighted graceful on the window-sill;
Under one arm the magic book he bore,
The other he could wave about at will;
Pale was his face, he still look’d very ill;
He bow’d at Bellanaine, and said “Poor Bell!
Farewell! farewell! and if for ever! still
For ever fare thee well!” and then he fell
A laughing! snapp’d his fingers! shame it is to tell!
LXIX.
“By’r Lady! he is gone!” cries Hum, “and I
(I own it) have made too free with his wine;
Old Crafticant will smoke me. By-the-bye!
This room is full of jewels as a mine,
Dear valuable creatures, how ye shine!
Sometime to-day I must contrive a minute,
If Mercury propitiously incline,
To examine his scutoire, and see what’s in i,
For of superfluous diamonds I as well may thin it.
LXX.
“The Emperor’s horrid bad; yes, that’s my cue!”
Some histories say that this was Hum’s last speech;
That, being fuddled, he went reeling through
The corridor, and scarce upright could reach
The stair-head; that being glutted as a leech,
And us’d, as we ourselves have just now said,
To manage stairs reversely, like a peach
Too ripe, he fell, being puzzled in his head
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