Classic Poem

When folks with headstrong passion blind,
To play the fool make up their mind,
They're sure to come with phrases nice,
And modest air, for your advice
But, as a truth unfailing make it,
They ask, but never mean to take it.
'Tis not advice they want, in fact,
But confirmation in their act
Now mark what did, in such a case,
A worthy priest who knew the race.

A dame more buxom, blithe and free,
Than Fredegonde you scarce would see.
So smart her dress, so trim her shape,
Ne'er hostess offer'd juice of grape,
Could for her trade wish better sign;
Her looks gave flavor to her wine,
And each guest feels it, as he sips,
Smack of the ruby of her lips
A smile for all, a welcome glad, —
A jovial coaxing way she had;
And, — what was more her fate than blame, —
A nine months' widow was our dame.
But toil was hard, for trade was good,
And gallants sometimes will be rude.
" And what can a lone woman do?
The nights are long and eerie too.
Now, Guillot there 's a likely man.
None better draws or taps a can;
He's just the man, I think, to suit,
If I could bring my courage to 't "
With thoughts like these her mind is cross'd:
The dame, they say, who doubts, is lost.
" But then the risk? I'll beg a slice
Of Father Raulin's good advice. "

Prankt in her best, with looks demure,
She seeks the priest; and, to be sure,
Asks if he thinks she ought to wed:
" With such a business on my head,
I'm worried off my legs with care,
And need some help to keep things square.
I've thought of Guillot, truth to tell!
He 's steady, knows his business well.
What do you think? " When thus he met her:
" Oh, take him, dear, you can't do better! "
" But then the danger, my good pastor,
If of the man I make the master
There is no trusting to these men. "
" Well, well, my dear, don't have him then! "
" But help I must have, there's the curse.
I may go further and fare worse. "
" Why, take him then! " " But if he should
Turn out a thankless ne'er-do-good, —
In drink and riot waste my all,
And rout me out of house and hall? "
" Don't have him, then! But I've a plan
To clear your doubts, if any can
The bells a peal are ringing, — hark!
Go straight, and what they tell you mark.
If they say " Yes!" wed, and be blest —
If " No," why — do as you think best. "

The bells rung out a triple bob:
Oh, how our widow's heart did throb,
And thus she heard their burden go,
" Marry, mar-marry, mar-Guillot! "
Bells were not then left to hang idle:
A week, — and they rang for her bridal
But, woe the while, they might as well
Have rung the poor dame's parting knell.
The rosy dimples left her cheek,
She lost her beauties plump and sleek;
For Guillot oftener kick'd than kiss'd,
And back'd his orders with his fist,
Proving by deeds as well as words,
That servants make the worst of lords.

She seeks the priest, her ire to wreak,
And speaks as angry women speak,
With tiger looks, and bosom swelling,
Cursing the hour she took his telling.
To all, his calm reply was this, —
" I fear you 've read the bells amiss.
If they have led you wrong in aught,
Your wish, not they, inspired the thought.
Just go, and mark well what they say "
Off trudged the dame upon her way,
And sure enough the chime went so, —
" Don't have that knave, that knave Guillot! "

" Too true, " she cried, " there 's not a doubt:
What could my ears have been about! "
She had forgot, that, as fools think,
The bell is ever sure to clink.