March 11, 1865.1

103

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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THE KING OF THE LUMBAGEES.

BY BENNY THE BO’SEN.



I


The old Salt,
Benny’s father,
begins his rela-
tion to Master
Jack, his grand-
son.

Early domestic
troubles.

His flight.

He appeases
Master Jacky’s
impatience.

Geographical

information.

Type of race.

I ’ll sing you a song o’ my father,

Who was bo’sen aboard the King Arthur,
Which wessel went sailing out rather
Beyond all Her Majesty’s seas ;

I think I now see him as he’s
Talking to my boy Jack on his knees—

“ We sailed all about the honzon, _

Seeing sights as was awful surprisin’; ”

This yarn spun my father to my son
Of the King of the Lumbagees.

“ When I was a young ’un at Spithead
I met Kitty Kicksy as fitted
My taste : 1 was much to be pitied,

As she turned out a regular tease.

She was always a raising a breeze;

When my tail she would angrily seize.

I got a berth on the King Arthur,

All along of my knowin’ a tar there,

And sailed, leaving your grandmamma there;
And now for the Lumbagees !

“ The wessel was bound for Lumbago,

Which is somewhere not far from Podargo,
We took out a curious cargo
To land on the furriner’s keys.

Now this here Lumbago be’s
An isle in the Southern Seas ;

The native’s a sort o’ confusion
’Twixt African, Chinese, and Rooshian,

The chief city’s name is Mashushan,

And the people are Lumbagees.


Distinguished

Passenger

His charitable
obj ect.

Protracted

Passage.

Fearful situa-
tion No grog.

No prog.

Poor relief
Dark hint.

“ On board there was a Missionary,

Who spoke the brogue of Tipperary,

And he’d preached to the blacks in the prairie
What he’d learnt in his Collegers.

Por promoting of life’s decenaAs
He took out some little coatees..'

In flannel he’d some of the best kits
Of thingummyfigs and warm westkits .

Which he took with some grog and ship’s biscuits ;
For the good of the Lumbagees.

“ We sailed for a year and a quarter,

We hadn’t a drop of cold water,

And only one bottle of porter—

Such accidents happen as these—

We’d killed all the ducks and the geese,

Our bread was as dry as our cheese.

We couldn’t ha’ held out much longer
If we hadn’t cot a fine conger,

Or we should ha’ done something wronger
Than a cussin’ the Lumbagees.

“ We were talking of eating the skipper
With winegar, mustard, and pipper,

When a cheer from the mizen cries ‘ Hip-hur-
-ray ! for the tops o’ trees ! ’

The woice was the Missionairee’s,

As was working his compassees.

‘ We ’ ve got,’ says he, ‘ near the Equator,

My glass jist makes out a young cratur
Almost in a state o’ natur ’—

’Twas the state of the Lumbagees*

“ We landed : the King with an escort
Came down, and a white flannel westcoat
We gave him ; and this as his best coat
He wore till his royal decease.

He wasn’t unlike a Chineese,

With a liking for green and black teas ;

And while he was being converted
With all the Princesses I flirted,

And by pretty manners diverted
The beautiful Lumbagees.

“ The bold Missionary did in go
Por talking the Lumbagee lingo,

And the King gave up worshipping Jingo
And the heathenish goddessees ;

And the people who fricassees
Had made of all Missionarees,

Refused this good person to dish up,
Canonicals they made him fish up
Prom his box, and they called him Archbishop
Of the various Lumbagees.

“ And I, for my wisdom, soon arter
Was spliced to the King’s eldest darter,

And was made by position a martyr
To all the Court ceremonies.

With forms I always disagrees,

For I likes to sit down at my ease.

They bow’d and they scraped in a bevy.

Which they did ev’ry day at a levy ;

The work done by Royalty’s heavy
At the Court of the Lumbagees.

“ I reigued for two years in this fashion,

Till the parleyment got in a passion.

And the populace all day kept smashin’

The windows of plate glasses;

They pulled down my shiver de freeze";

As I couldn’t the beggars appease,

I went to the bishop, the clerk too.

We all smuggled out in the dark, to
Find a ship in which we could embark, to
Get away from the Lumbagees !

Delicacy.

Land.

The charitable
person from Tip-
perary addresses
the sailors.

Indelicacy.

Explanatory.

The King, with
his escort, re-
ceives-the
strangers.

More type.

An impression.

Great success.

The Primate.

Grandmamma
being, it is sup-
posed, defunct.

Taste.

He is made
KiDg.

Remarkable

Fact.

Riots.

Abdication.

“ i’hey took us aboard the Reel Rover,
They gave us a passage to Dover,

And here I am living in clover

On the bounty wot’s her Majes^’s.

I wouldn’t be monarch of Greese,

Nor bishop of all the high Sees—

I’d sooner rub on as a lackey,

I would ! Bear a hand, Master Jacky,
You hand down a pipe of tobaccy,

And bother the Lumbagees ! ”

He becomes a
Pensioner.

Wise conclusion.

The old gentle-
man ends his
narration in
smoke.