England, (1804-1891)
THE BOAR AND THE SINGINGBIRD
- A MILLIONAIRE of much pretence,
- Of great conceit, and little sense—
- For ignorance, as oft we see,
- Walks hand in hand with vanity—
- A savant in his own esteem,
- In every art a judge supreme,
- Of genius gold he thought the test,
- And wealth with taste and talent blest.
- Assembled round his table sit
- Men fam’d for science and for wit.
- No artist could his sketch complete
- Till he had laid it at his feet;
- No sculptor could a Venus cast
- Till compass he had o’er it pass’d;
- The architect his plans outspread;
- The author there his poem read.
- Their voices they in chorus raise
- His judgment and his taste to praise;
- And while he feasts them, one and all
- Their patron a Mæcenas call.
- One noon, as, ‘neath the forest spray,
- He rambled in the month of May,
- A Woodman his attendant guide,
- Whose head with brains was well supplied;
- Behold! a boar, who now with toil
- Of snout upturn’d the forest soil,
- Now deep in earth was seen to wedge
- His tusk, to give it keener edge;
- Around him, fluttering as he plough’d,
- The wood-birds carroll’d sweet and loud;
- From forest-tree, from hawthorn-bush,
- Came linnet, nightingale, and thrush;
- Where’er he roam’d the tuneful throng
- Pursued him with unceasing song.
- The brute, a connoisseur profound
- In music, listen’d to the sound,
- Now raised his head, as if to tell
- The birds he liked their voices well,
- Now shook it in disapprobation
- While he resumed his occupation.
- “They choose,” said Dives, “much amiss,
- An animal so gross as this;
- Their music and themselves they wrong
- To make this brute a judge of song.”
- “Excuse me,” said the Woodman, “they
- But show the tact which men display;
- The soil upturn’d, his grovelling snout
- Brings many a dainty morsel out;
- ‘Tis that which tunes their hungry throats,
- And prompts the music of their notes;
- The labour of his tusk they need
- Fresh worms to find on which they feed,
- The brute, with much self-satisfaction
- Deems his own merit the attraction.”
Rowland Eyes Egerton-Warburton. Egerton-Warburton: Poems, Epigrams and Sonnets. London: Basil Montagu Pickering (1877).
EPIGRAMS
- QUEEN’S PIG
- OF old, when the church-building coffer was full, **
- Ere the work was begun, they requir’d a Pope’s Bull;
- Nowaday, when supremacy rests with the Whig,
- Congregational chapels require a Queen’s pig!
** On hearing that two pigs from the Home Park, Windsor had been presented, by command of Her Majesty, for the benefit of the Building Fund of the Victoria Congregational Chapel (1864).
- CROSS-QUESTIONING
- HIS wardrobe from Moses and Son, spic and span,
- The witness stood up, quite an exquisite man:
- “A broker, I think, Sir, and worth a Jew’s eye ?”
- “I ham, Sir, I ham,” the emphatic reply.
- “And indeed,” said the Counsel, “it must be confest
- I ne’er in my life saw a ham better drest.”
Rambling Richard. Epigrams and Humorous Verses. London: Longmans, Green and Co. (1867).
About the Poet:
Rowland Eyles Egerton-Warburton, England, (1804-1891) was a poet and landowner in Cheshire, England whose main hobby was hunting. He was a devout Anglican in the high church tradition and a local benefactor. In his poetry he often used the pseudonym of “Rambling Richard.” [DES-09/19]