LADIES’ EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 247, 13 February 1875, Page 3

LADIES’ EXPRESS.

Editor will be glad, to give insertion to any local contributions from his lady friends that may be considered, interesting in the family circle, or to the sex generally.'] THE LITTLE COBBLER. A Romantic Tragedy in Six Cantos. -(argument.) The scene of the following poem is laid in a certain village in England known to the learned as Lending. It opens in St. Giles’s, and shifts to the neighborhood of the Barracks at the Park of Hyde. The time occupied by the action is left to the imagination of the “ gentle reader ” as is also the exact date of the supposed events. Canto First. The Dawn of Love. A little cobbler had his stall A little tavern nigh ; His little nose was red because The cellar was close by. * He stitched and stitched and patched away, And was contented quite, To please a little sarvant maid Who lived just opposite. He stitched and patched and worked away, Then stopped to breathe a sigh, And watched this little maiden with A little jealous eye. Canto Second. Jealousy. He did not mind the milkman’s call Quite early in the day, Nor any other person who Was in the milky way; But when he saw the butcher touch The little area bell(e) It was a painful sight to see His little bosom swell. Canto Third. Hope Deterred. Whenever she crossed to “ The Dragon, Of porter to purchase a flagon, To meet her he’d start—he’d give her his carte, And weddings his tongue would e’er wag on. Now tired of half soling and healing, He wanted a soul with some feeling; To heal all his doubt, her next “ Sunday out,” He thought of his passion revealing. Canto Fourth. The Rivals. But all his bristles stood on end, When he beheld her meet, Her six foot “ cousin ” in the Guards Just down the very street. In such a fearful rage he flew, And rushed behind their backs ; And as he knocked him down he cried, “ D’ye like my cobbler's whacks I" Canto Fifth. The Combat. Then face to face the rivals stood, Their eyes with rage afire, But bootless proved the soldier’s force Against the cobbler’s ire. For soon he felt an awkward stitch In his elastic sides, He got well laced and used his pegs In very lengthy strides. Canto Sixth. The Last or Awl. The cobbler trod the maiden’s corns, And ground his teeth with spite, Till she turned up her little toes Then said it served her right. Then feeling that his little hopes Had fled a little fast, His little awl soon pierced his heart And that’s his little last. He kicked and stamped, and raved amain, Then laid him down to die, Yet watched the little maiden with A little jealous eye. F.J.P. Gisborne, February, 1875.