THE WRANGLER


ONE day a shameless and impudent wight
Went into a shop full of steel wares bright,
Arranged with art upon ev’ry shelf.
He fancied they were all meant for himself;
And so, while the patient owner stood by,
The shining goods needs must handle and try,
And valued, for how should a fool better know?
The bad things high, and the good ones low,
And all with an easy self-satisfied face;
Then, having bought nothing, he left the place.

The tradesman now felt sorely vex’d,
So when the fellow went there next,
A lock of steel made quite red hot.
The other cried upon the spot:
“Such wares as these, who’d ever buy?
The steel is tarnish’d shamefully,”
Then pull’d it, like a fool about,
But soon set up a piteous shout.
“Pray what’s the matter?” the shopman spoke;
The other scream’d: “Faith, a very cool joke!”

1815.*


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THE WRANGLER