Richard Dingle’s Speech.
I am Master Richard Dingle,
Tho’ my comrades call me Dick,
And I have a purpose single,
Which I’ll mention very quick.
Every day I get a lecture
For behaving very wrong;
And with wise looks some conjecture
That I’ll never get along.
But what’s past my mind’s construing
Is, that all these busy elves
Scold and thrash poor me for doing
What they daily do themselves!
Master Meekly says ’tis fearful,
To be crushing harmless flies,
Yet can he, with gun, quite cheerful
Seek the bird that bleeding lies.
Others say: “Look here, Dick Dingle,
Love of gold is vain and vile.”
Yet when they detect its jingle,
Why, somehow they always smile.
Doctor Blacktooth says tobacco
Is not even fit for brutes,
Yet to make his teeth still blacker
Smokes the rankest of cheroots!
Now it seems to me the purest
Seldom scold us when they teach,
For they know the way that’s surest
Is to practice what they preach!