The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-12-25

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And nevessheeded tife eh6efSng Ssoy4
Wto iibed apd jssFed ~ bin kneeling
For Lob was poor little changeling
Whom tho Fairies stole while his mother
slept;
ALI! think of that mothers dreams of
Joy,
And then how that mother woke and
wept!, r - y fT
His chest swelled out in IL great. huge
lump.
And his head was al, big IL II pun phin
shell,
His back stuck up like camcl's hump,
And his mouth was vide Ms tavern
we'll;
His nose was at least five inches long
And as round aud red as new scraped
beet.
You'd scarcely have thought that bis
shanks were strong
Enough to carry his spraddling feet;
His chin turned up and eyes sunk in
Small as weasels aud black as mole,
His arms we're long and bony and thin,
And claws like bear had the manikin,
And hair as red as fire-coal.
Now Lob was once as pretty page
AS any you'd meet on q summer morn,
But the cruel Hill-men in mischievous
rage,
Beat him blue in their spiteful scorn;
They twisted his back and burnt his skin.
They pinched his legs and shriveled
them up,
They tweaked his nose and chucketl his
chin.
And slapped his jaws till his teeth fell
in,
And squeezed his head in IL dripkine-cup.
But he had not forgot the sunny bank,
Or the sparkling hedge where the roses
grew,
Or the dark blue sky where the lady
moon sank
On her silver couch where the stars
pecped through;
Or tho noisy gleo and the merry play
OF the little sisters who made him
sport
The very morn he WAS borno away,
BY the magic art of heartless Fay,
10 be the jest OF the Elf-king's court.
Madam" said Lob; ''if you'll grant me
To pass tomorrow the golden gate
That opcns, they say. on the happy
Where children the giddy moments
chase,
While sun and moon keep royal state,
warrant I'll make one grateful heart
Before return through the ivory door,
For know the spell of simple art
That will win mo love-it is lovc--no
morc!"
He kissed her hand aud she gave linn the
Cor she answered, and bring good
cheer,
Blessing and love, and thankful Joy,
Wherever you can, but much fear
You will meet with many stinging word,
And many n cruel jest and blow,
For the childron of men, I've often heard.
Like the fairy-folk. can be sordid and
low"
Now the toy was only small, black box,
With tiny hole that the eye peeps
through;
1t was filed with bits of fairy rocks,
Crimson, and yellow, and green, aud
But, whenever you shook it, shifting
scene,
AS bright as fancy conld feign or hope,
Burst on your sight-a fairy groen
With dancing forms of light between
And they call it on earth KALEIDOSCOPE.
So off Lob marched with it under his arm,
Till he came to tho gate of high
walled town,
And this he passed through without any
harm,
Though the sentry gave him an awful
frOwn;
When down came rushing crowd of
boys.
Would you like to look at my beau
tiful tricks?'
He asked. II am sure you have no toys
AS pretty as this" But they picked
up bricks,
And pelted poor Lob as he ran down the
street,
With bleeding mouth and - bunged
upeye,
And his nose and chin swell up till they
meet,
And his clothes are torn and hang all
awry.
They broke his toy. and exc his head,
They called him Humpty, aud Dumpty,