All were perplexed, and soon arose suspicion That these proceedings were but empty humbug. The Monkey, most of all, was disconcerted; When Master Pedro, entering unexpected, And,--what was going on at once perceiving,-- Half laughing and half angry, said to Monkey, "What is the use of all your endless gabble, You fool, if you forget to light your lanthorn?"
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Pardon my hint, ye deep and subtile writers, Who boast to be beyond our comprehensions; Your brains are dark as the unlighted lanthorn.
THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL.
In a certain cathedral a huge bell there hung, That only on solemn occasions was rung; Its echoes majestic, by strokes three or four, Now and then, in grave cadence, were heard--never more. For this stately reserve and its wonderful weight, Throughout the whole parish, its glory was great.
In the district the city held under its sway, Of a few wretched rustics, a hamlet there lay; And a poor little church, w