CHAPTER IX.CHAPTER X.MRS. JONES'S PIRATE.

- A sanguinary pirate sailed upon the Spanish main
- In a rakish-looking schooner which was called the "Mary Jane."
- She carried lots of howitzers and deadly rifled guns,
- With shot and shell and powder and percussion caps in tons.
- The pirate was a homely man, and short and grum and fat;
- He wore a wild and awful scowl beneath his slouching hat.
- Swords, pistols and stilettos were arranged around his thighs,
- And demoniacal glaring was quite common with his eyes.
- His heavy black moustaches curled away beneath his nose,
- And drooped in elegant festoons about his very toes.
- He hardly ever spoke at all; but when such was the case,
- His voice 'twas easy to perceive was quite a heavy bass.
- He was not a serious pirate; and despite his anxious cares,
- He rarely went to Sunday-school and seldom said his prayers.
- He worshiped lovely women, and his hope in life was this:
- To calm his wild, tumultuous soul with pure domestic bliss.

- When conversing with his shipmates, he very often swore
- That he longed to give up piracy and settle down on shore.
- He tired of blood and plunder; of the joys that they could bring;
- He sighed to win the love of some affectionate young thing.
- One morning as the "Mary Jane" went bounding o'er the sea
- The pirate saw a merchant bark far off upon his lee.
- He ordered a pursuit, and spread all sail that he could spare,
- And then went down, in hopeful mood, to shave and curl his hair.
- He blacked his boots and pared his nails and tied a fresh cravat;
- He cleansed his teeth, pulled down his cuffs and polished up his hat;
- He dimmed with flour the radiance of his fiery red nose,
- For, hanging with that vessel's wash, he saw some ladies' hose.

- Once more on deck, the stranger's hull he riddled with a ball,
- And yelled, "I say! what bark is that?" In answer to his call
- The skipper on the other boat replied in thunder tones:
- "This here's the bark Matilda, and her captain's name is Jones."

- The pirate told his bold corsairs to man the jolly-boats,
- To board the bark and seize the crew, and slit their tarry throats,
- And then to give his compliments to Captain Jones, and say
- He wished that he and Mrs. Jones would come and spend the day.
- They reached the bark, they killed the crew, they threw them in the sea,
- And then they sought the captain, who was mad as he could be,
- Because his wife—who saw the whole sad tragedy, it seems—
- Made all the ship vociferous with her outrageous screams.
- But when the pirate's message came, she dried her streaming tears,
- And said, although she'd like to come, she had unpleasant fears
- That, his social status being very evidently low,
- She might meet some common people whom she wouldn't care to know.

- Her husband's aged father, she admitted, dealt in bones,
- But the family descended from the famous Duke de Jones;
- And such blue-blooded people, that the rabble might be checked,
- Had to make their social circle excessively select.

- Before she visited his ship she wanted him to say
- If the Smythes had recognized him in a social, friendly way;
- Did the Jonsons ever ask him 'round to their ancestral halls?
- Was he noticed by the Thomsons? Was he asked to Simms's balls?
- The pirate wrote that Thomson was his best and oldest friend,
- That he often stopped at Jonson's when he had a week to spend;
- As for the Smythes, they worried him with their incessant calls;
- His very legs were weary with the dance at Simms's balls.

- (The scoundrel fibbed most shamelessly. In truth he only knew
- A lot of Smiths without a y—a most plebeian crew.
- His Johnsons used a vulgar h, his Thompsons spelled with p,
- His Simses had one m, and they were common as could be.)
- Then Mrs. Jones mussed up her hair and donned her best delaine,
- And went with Captain Jones aboard the schooner Mary Jane.
- The pirate won her heart at once by saying, with a smile,
- He never saw a woman dressed in such exquisite style.
- The pirate's claim to status she was very sure was just
- When she noticed how familiarly the Johnsons he discussed.
- Her aristocratic scruples then were quickly laid aside,
- And when the pirate sighed at her, reciproc'ly she sighed.
- No sooner was the newer love within her bosom born
- Than Jones was looked upon by her with hatred and with scorn.
- She said 'twas true his ancestor was famous Duke de Jones,
- But she shuddered to remember that his father dealt in bones.

- So then they got at Captain Jones and hacked him with a sword,
- And chopped him into little bits and tossed him overboard.
- The chaplain read the service, and the captain of the bark
- Before his widow's weeping eyes was gobbled by a shark.
- The chaplain turned the prayer-book o'er; the bride took off her glove;
- They swore to honor, to obey, to cherish and to love.
- And, freighted full of happiness, across the ocean's foam
- The schooner glided rapidly toward the pirate's home.
- And when of ecstasy and joy their hearts could hold no more,
- That pirate dropped his anchor down and rowed his love ashore.
- And as they sauntered up the street he gave his bride a poke,
- And said, "In them there mansions live the friends of whom I spoke."
- She glanced her eye along the plates of brass upon each door,
- And then her anger rose as it had never done before.
- She said, "That Johnson has an h! that Thompson has a p!
- The Smith that spells without a y is not the Smith for me!"

- And darkly scowled she then upon that rover of the wave;
- "False! False!" she shrieked, and spoke of him as "Monster, traitor, slave!"
- And then she wept and tore her hair, and filled the air with groans,
- And cursed with bitterness the day she let them chop up Jones.

- And when she'd spent on him at last the venom of her tongue,
- She seized her pongee parasol and stabbed him in the lung.
- A few more energetic jabs were at his heart required,
- And then this scand'lous buccaneer rolled over and expired.
- Still brandishing her parasol she sought the pirate boat;
- She loaded up a gun and jammed her head into its throat;
- And fixing fast the trigger, with string tied to her toe,
- She breathed "Mother!" through the touch-hole, and kicked and let her go.

- A snap, a fizz, a rumble; some stupendous roaring tones—
- And where upon earth's surface was the recent Mrs. Jones?
- Go ask the moaning winds, the sky, the mists, the murmuring sea;
- Go ask the fish, the coroner, the clams—but don't ask me.
