CHAPTER XXI.CHAPTER XXII.A Hindoo Legend.
- There was a Hindoo maiden once on India's coral strand
- Who had some forty suitors for her coffee-colored hand.
- Her father was a Brahmin of aristocratic caste
- Who much internal revenue in dry goods had amassed.
- These lovers thought it would be nice the dusky maid to wed,
- And spend the rupees lavishly when her papa was dead.
- But she turned up her nose at them—a very pretty pug—
- Because clandestinely she loved an elegant young Thug.
- This Thug, in his profession, was a very active man;
- He strangled eighty men the year to practice he began.
- But as the maiden's father had no taste for art at all,
- He foolishly disliked the Thug, and wouldn't let him call.
- And then she loved him better still, as always is the case,
- And so she met him daily at a certain trysting-place.
- Hand in hand amid the verdant fields deliciously they strayed,
- Now culling flowers, now strangling little children as they played.
- And this young Thug, one afternoon, he kissed the maid and said,
- "It really seems to me, my dear, high time that we should wed.
- And as your guardians to me so seriously object,
- 'Twould be as well to kill them; I can do it, I expect."
- Then said the lovely maiden, with a sweet, confiding smile:
- "I go for chopping of them up in most effectual style.
- And as my marriage simply on my papa's death depends,
- Why, just for fun we'll butcher all my relatives and friends."
- The Thug procured a hatchet, and the maiden got a knife;
- They cut and slashed the Brahmin till he was bereft of life;
- Then they seized the loving mother, though she desperately fought,
- And crunched her aged bones beneath the car of Juggernaut.
- A consecrated lasso, thrown with admirable skill,
- Swiftly roped her brother in and choked him 'gainst his will.
- Her sister's fair young form was hooked upon the sacred swing;
- And flying 'round until she died, she screamed like everything.
- The maiden jabbed the knife into the colored coachman's brain,
- And stabbed her uncle William and her aunt Matilda Jane.
- The Thug he steeped his hatchet in the chambermaiden's gore,
- And with a skewer pinned the cook against the cellar door.
- The maiden cut her grandpa up in little tiny bits,
- And scared her grandma so she died in epileptic fits.
- The dry nurse with the clothes-line was serenely strangled, while
- They tossed the little baby to the sacred crocodile.

- And when the fuss was over, said the maiden to the Thug:
- "You'd better have a hole within the cemetery dug;
- And let the undertaker take extraordinary pains
- To decently inter this lot of mangled-up remains."
- And when the usual bitter tears were at the funeral shed,
- The lovers to the temple went, in order to be wed.
- The priest had barbecued a man that day for sacrifice;
- They cooked him with the cracklin' on; with gravy brown and nice.
- The chief priest asked the maiden, when the services began,
- If her papa had said she might annex this fine young man?
- "Oh no," she said, "my loving wish he foolishly withstood,
- So him and all the family we slaughtered in cold blood."
- "You shock me!" said the pious priest; "your conduct makes me sad;
- You never learned at Sunday-school to be so awful bad.
- I've told you often, when you killed a person anywhere,
- To bring the body to that old nine-headed idol there;
- "The great Vishnu is suffering for victims every day,
- And here you go and cut them up and throw the bones away!
- Extravagance is sinful; I must really put it down;
- I've half a mind to pull the string and make the idol frown.
- "I must punish you with rigor; and I order that you two
- Instead of getting married shall severest penance do."
- So on a piece of paper then he scribbled a brief word;
- The lovers as they left, of course, felt perfectly absurd.
- The Thug then read the order o'er, and bursting into tears,
- He said, "This paper realizes my unpleasant fears.
- Upon my word, my sweetest one, it really chills my blood;
- I've got to suffocate you in the Ganges' holy mud."
- And so he sadly led her down unto the river's bank,
- And like a stone into the cold, religious slime she sank.
- And there she stuck the livelong day, and all the following night.
- Until an alligator came and ate her at a bite.
- The Thug he felt exceeding hurt at her untimely fate,
- But his, though not so dreadful, was not nice, at any rate.
- The priest, in his fierce anger, had condemned him, it appears,
- To stand alone upon one leg for forty-seven years!
