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And reversions of gold in futuro. In wealth the family revell’d and rollid, Himself and wife and sons so bold;And his daughters sang to their harps of gold

“ O bella eta del oro !”

Such was the tale of the Kilmansegg Kin,
In golden text on a vellum skin,
Though certain people would wink and grin,

And declare the whole story a parable-
That the ancestor rich was one Jacob Ghrimes,
Who held a long lease, in prosperous times,

Of acres, pasture and arable. That as money makes money, his golden bees Were the five per cents, or which you please,

When his cash was more than plentyThat the golden cups were racing affairs ; And his daughters, who sang Italian airs,

Had their golden harps of Clementi.

That the Golden Ass, or Golden Bull,
Was English John, with his pockets full,

Then at war by land and water :
While beef, and mutton, and other meat,
Were almost as dear as money to eat,
And Farmers reaped Golden Harvests of wheat

At the Lord knows what per quarter!


What different dooms our birthdays bring !
For instance, one little manikin thing

Survives to wear many a wrinkle;
While Death forbids another to wake,
And a son that it took nine moons to make

Expires without even a twinkle!

Into this world we come like ships,
Launch'd from the docks, and stocks, and slips,

For fortune fair or fatal;
And one little craft is cast away
In its very first trip to Babbicome Bay,

While another rides safe at Port Natal.

What different lots our stars accord !
This babe to be hail'd and woo'd as a Lord !

And that to be shunned like a leper !
One to the world's wine, honey and corn,
Another, like Colchester native, born

To its vinegar, only, and pepper.

One is litter'd under a roof
Neither wind nor water proof,-
That's the


of Love in a Cottage -
A puny, naked, shivering wretch,
The whole of whose birthright would not fetch,
Though Robins himself drew up the sketch,

The bid of “ a mess of pottage.”

Born of Fortunatus's kin,
Another comes tenderly usher'd in

To a prospect all bright and burnish’d:
No tenant he for life's back slums-
He comes to the world as a gentleman comes

To a lodging ready furnish'd.

And the other sex-the tender—the fair-
What wide reverses of fate are there
Whilst Margaret, charm' by the Bulbul rare,

In a garden of Gul reposes
Poor Peggy hawks nosegays from street to street,
Till—think of that, who find life so sweet !

She hates the smell of roses !

Not so with the infant Kilmansegg!
She was not born to steal or beg,

Or gather cresses in ditches ;
To plait the straw, or bind the shoe,

Or sit all day to hem and sew,
As females must, and not a few

To fill their insides with stitches;

She was not doom’d, for bread to eat,
To be put to her hands as well as her feet-

To carry home linen from mangles—
Or heavy-hearted, and weary-limb'd,
To dance on a rope in a jacket trimm'd

With as many blows as spangles.

She was one of those who by Fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver

In her mouth, not a wooden ladle :
To speak according to poet's wont,
Plutus as sponsor stood at her font,

And Midas rock'd the cradle.

At her first début she found her head
On a pillow of down, in a downy bed,

With a damask canopy over.
For although by the vulgar popular saw
Ail mothers are said to be “ in the straw,”

Some children are born in clover.


very first draught of vital air It was not the common chamelion fare Of plebeian lungs and noses, --

No--her earliest sniff

Of this world was a whiff Of the genuine Otto of Roses !

When she saw the light it was no mere ray Of that light so commonk-so everyday

That the sun each morning launchesBut six wax tapers dazzled her eyes, From a thing--a gooseberry bush for size

With a golden stem and branches.

She was born exactly at half past two,
As witness'd a 'timepiece in or-molu

That stood on a marble table
Showing at once the time of day,
And a team of Gildings running away

As fast as they were able,
With a golden God, with a golden Star,
And a golden Spear, in a golden Car,

According to Grecian fable.

Like other babes, at her birth she cried ;
Which made a sensation far and wide,

Ay, for twenty miles around her;
For though to the ear 'twas nothing more
Than an infant's squall, it was really the roar
Of a Fifty-thousand Pounder!

It shook the next heir

In his library chair,
And made him cry, “Confound her!''

Of signs and omens there was no dearth,
Any more than at Owen Glendower's birth,
Or the advent of other great people :

Two bullocks dropp'd dead,
As if knock'd on the head,
And barrels of stout
And ale ran about,

And the village-bells such a peal rang out, That they crack’ the village-steeple.

In no time at all, like mushroom spawn,
Tables sprang up all over the lawn;
Not furnish'd scantly or shabbily,

But on scale as vast
As that huge repast,
With its loads and cargoes

Of drink and botargoes,
At the Birth of the Babe in Rabelais.

Hundreds of men were turn’d into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,

By the magic of ale and cider;
And each country lass, and each country lad,
Began to caper and dance like mad,
And even some old ones appear’d to have had

A bite from the Naples Spider.

Then as night came on,

It had scared King John,
Who considered such signs not risible,

To have seen the maroons,
And the whirling moons,
And the serpents of flame,

And wheels of the same,
That according to some were “whizzable.”

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Oh, happy Hope of the Kilmanseggs !
Thrice happy in head, and body, and legs,

That her parents had such full pockets !
For had she been born of Want and Thrift,
For care and nursing all adrift,
It's ten to one she had had to make shift

With rickets instead of rockets !

And how was the precious Baby drest ?
In a robe of the East, with lace of the West,
Like one of Crcesus's issue

Her best bibs were made

Of rich gold brocade,
And the others of silver tissue.

And when the Baby inclined to nap
She was lulld on a Gros de Naples lap,
By a nurse in a modish Paris cap,

Of notions so exalted,
She drank nothing lower than Curaçoa,
Maraschino, or pink Noyau,

And on principle never malted.

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