Weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1858-1865, 1865-03-22

Among the f0IkS VINO IN this street 90 dwell,
If there's Mr.. Thompson lodges here!
The shivering Frenchman, though not pleased to
find
The business of this unimportant kind,
Too simple to suspect twas meant in jeer,
Shrugged out sigh that thus his rest should
break,
And with unalter courtesy be spake-
No Sare, no Monsieur Tonson lodges here.
Our wag begg'd pardon, and towards home he sped,
While the poor Frenchman crawfd again to bed:
But King resolv'd not thus to drop the jest:
So the next night, with more of whim than grace,
Again he made a visit to the place,
70 break once more the poor old Frenchman's
rest.
He knock'd-but waited longer than before;
No footstep seem'd approaching to the door;
Our Frenchman lay in such sleep profound.
King, with the knocker, thundered then again,
Firm on his post determined to gemain;
And oft indeed, be made the door resound.
At last King hears him DER the passage creep,
Wondering what fiend again disturbed his sleep.
The wag salutes him with a civil leer;
Thus drawing out to heighten the surprise,
While the poor Freedman rubb' this heavy eyes
Is there Mr.. Thompson lodges here
The Frenehman falterd with a kind of fright
Wy, Sare, I'm sure tell you, Sare, last night
Ard here be laboured with sigh sincere
No Monsieur Tonson in the varld know:
No Monsieur Tonson here-I tell you so:
Indeed, Sare, dere no Monsieur Tonson hetel
Some more excuses tenderd, off King goes
And the old Frenchman sought opce more repose !;
The rogue next night pursued his old career,
Twas long indeed before the man came nigh.
And then be utter'd in piteous cry
Saze, pen my soul, no Monster Tonson here
Our sportive wight his usual visit paid,
And the next night came forth prattling maid;
Whose tongue indeed than any jack went faster.
Anxious she stro~e his errand to inquire:
He said, twas vain her pretty tongue to tire;
He should not Star till he had seen her master.
The dansel then began, in doleful state,
The Frenchman's broken slumbers to relate:
And beggd he'd call at proper time of day.
King told her she must fetch her master down.
"A chase was ready-he YVES leaving town,
But first had much of deep concern to say.
Thus urgd, she went the snoring man to call:
And long indeed was she obliged to bawl,
Ere she could rouse the torpid lump of clay.
At last he Wakes-he rlses-and he swears
But scarcely had he totterd down the stairs,
When King. attacks him in his usual way
The Frenchman now pe1eeiv'd twas all in vain
TO this tornenter mildly to complain,
And straight ia rage began his crest to rear.
Sare, vat de mischief make you treat nae so1
Sare. ! inform you Sare, three nights ago;
In TRUTH say, no Monsieur Tonson hereI
True as the night, King went; and heard strife
Between the harassed Frencnman and his wife.
Which should descend to chase the tend away
At length, to join their forces they agree,
And straight impetuously turn the key,
Prepaid with mutual fury for The fray:
Our hero with the frmness of a rock,
COLLECTED to receive the mighty shock,
Dt'ring the old inquiry, calmly stood.
The name of Thompson rais'd the storm SO high,
He deem'd it then the safest plan to fly,
With-well I'll call when you're in gentle,
mood:
In short our hero, with the same intent,
Full many night to plague the Frenchman went.
So fond of mischief was this wicked wit
They throw out water, for the watch they call
But King expecting, still deceives them all
Monsieur, at last, was forc'd his house to quit.
It happen'd that our wag, about this time,
On some fair prospect sought the eastern cline,
Six lingering years bore there his tedious lot;
At length content amid his rip'ning store,
lie treads again on Britian's happy shore,
And his long absence is at once forgot
TO London, with impatient hope, he flies;
And the same night as former freaks arise,
He fain must stroll, his we'll known haunts to
All here's the scene Of frequent mirth, be said;
NV Door old Frenchman, suppose, is dead.
! Egadl I'll knock and see who holds his place.