But there—enough of gruesome deeds!
My heart, in thinking of them, bleeds;
And so let Simple James take wing,—
’Tis not of him I’m going to sing.
The Pasha’s Clerk
Good Pasha Bailey kept a clerk
(For Bailey only made his mark),
His name was Matthew Wycombe Coo,
A man of nearly forty-two.
His Accomplishments
No person that I ever knew
Could “yödel” half as well as Coo,
And Highlanders exclaimed, “Eh, weel!”
When Coo began to dance a reel.
His Kindness to the Pasha’s Wives
He used to dance and sing and play
In such an unaffected way,
He cheered the unexciting lives
Of Pasha Bailey’s lovely wives.
The Author to his Reader
But why should I encumber you
With histories of Matthew Coo?
Let Matthew Coo at once take wing,—
’Tis not of Coo I’m going to sing.
The Author’s Muse