# Pocahontas and Other Poems (New York)/The Milliners and Fishes

THE MILLINERS AND FISHES.
Commerce and enterprise should be applauded, And so the Paris milliners opine It seems; for when their fashionable fabrics Grow obsolete, 'tis said they freight a vessel Straight for the Baltic, and the Northern belles In the quaint fragments of the realm of taste, Proudly array themselves. And yet 'twere sad, Methinks, to see, at polar fête or ball, Some shivering Nova-Zemblan lady flaunt In robe of lace, short-sleeved, the purple bust Reveal'd most liberally.  Once a storm, Hoarse from the Gulf of Finland, crossly wreck'd The adventurous ship quite near her destined port, And strew'd her riches o'er the admiring deep. There perish'd many a hope of many a fair Young sempstress, by such cruel loss condemn'd To wear her cast-off dress another year, Vamp'd up as best she may.  'Tis an ill wind That blows no good. The watery realm rejoiced, For all its finny aristocracy Of their oldfashioned suits had long complain'd. Next day a Salmon at the Neva's mouth Was taken, very delicately clad In a white lutestring drapery, with veil
Of costly blonde: her wedding dress, no doubt. The bridemaid, Porpoise, wore a radiant zone Girt rather tight around the slender waist, While her embroider'd mouchoir snugly hid A bottle of Cologne to cheer the bride During the service. Ogling, near the shore A Sturgeon stole, her finery to display: A very stiff brocade, with bishop sleeves, Making such huge circumference 'twere well She had no neighbour near; while a smart hat Envelop'd in its rich rotundity Her fairy brow.  The Seal was taking snuff, And thrust his box in a bead reticule; The other rough paw held a parasol Of parti-colour'd silk, and ivory-staff'd: 'Twas thought the Amphibia, one and all, would find This fashion quite commodious, in their walks To leave their cards beneath the summer sun.
—A Shark in a small boat's wake follow'd long; The sailors thought his purpose was to eat them, And spread all sail; but 'twas to be unlaced, For he a pair of corsets had rigg'd on, With busk and bones, just fashionably tight, But could not bear the torture; so with haste Panting and flouncing, sought to be released. Item: Would it not be the surest way To kill that hardy and voracious fish, Which ofttimes foils the harpoon?  Mighty mounds Of artificial flowers did make the deep
Glow like a greenhouse. Full frisets and curls Lay unregarded, till a prudish Pike, Suspected to be somewhat in her wane, Assumed a wig, declaring it more cool, And vastly more delightful to the head Than was the natural hair.  Such varied stores Of gay gauze robes on seaweed hedges hung, That the plebeians thought to have a ball In the old Coral Palace. Thither came The Codlings, deck'd with drooping Ostrich-plumes, The purblind Lampreys, each with opera-glass Uplifted pertly, and gay safety-chain The gilded watch within their belts to guard; The Lobsters toiling their red arms to hide 'Neath long kid gloves, and their strange nether limbs Ensconced in gaiter-boots; while countless shoals Of Herrings flock'd, false brilliants in their heads In gorgeous knots; and Crabs with widespread fans, Aping the elegant, but inly chafed To find their retrograding step confound Their partners, figuring in the favourite waltz.
—A barge of Oysters reach'd St. Petersburgh: Extremely loth they were to be dissected, For those sly people in their cloister'd cells, Close-mouth'd as Achan with his wedge of gold, Lock'd hoards of jewelry, broaches and rings Profuse as ancient Cannæ's battle spoil.
—Even thus it is. What bodeth loss to one Doth prove another's gain. The adversity
Of those French milliners did benefit The commonwealth of fishes. A few tears, Brief and soon dried, fill'd the broad sea with joy And merry pastime. One small spot of earth Was sad, but what a gorgeous holyday Held Ocean's myriads!  Sure the tuneful bard Of Twickenham hath not unjustly styled "All partial evil universal good."