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A Dream Of Turtle.

    By Thomas Moore



    BY SIR W. CURTIS.

    1826.


    'Twas evening time, in the twilight sweet
    I sailed along, when--whom should I meet
    But a Turtle journeying o'er the sea,
    "On the service of his Majesty."[1]
    When spying him first thro' twilight dim,
    I didn't know what to make of him;
    But said to myself, as slow he plied
    His fins and rolled from side to side
    Conceitedly o'er the watery path--
    "'Tis my Lord of Stowell taking a bath,
    "And I hear him now, among the fishes,
    "Quoting Vatel and Burgersdicius!"
    But, no--'twas, indeed, a Turtle wide
    And plump as ever these eyes descried;
    A turtle juicy as ever yet
    Glued up the lips of a Baronet!
    And much did it grieve my soul to see
    That an animal of such dignity,
    Like an absentee abroad should roam,
    When he ought to stay and be ate at home.

    But now "a change came o'er my dream,"
        Like the magic lantern's shifting slider;
    I lookt and saw by the evening beam
        On the back of that Turtle sat a rider--
    A goodly man with an eye so merry,
    I knew 'twas our Foreign Secretary,[2]
    Who there at his ease did sit and smile,
    Like Waterton on his crocodile;[3]
    Cracking such jokes, at every motion,
        As made the Turtle squeak with glee
    And own they gave him a lively notion
        Of what his forced-meat balls would be.
    So, on the Sec. in his glory went.
    Over that briny element,
    Waving his hand as he took farewell
    With graceful air, and bidding me tell
    Inquiring friends that the Turtle and he
    Were gone on a foreign embassy--
    To soften the heart of a Diplomat,
    Who is known to dote upon verdant fat,
    And to let admiring Europe see,
    That calipash and calipee
    Are the English forms of Diplomacy.



Extra Info:
[1] We are told that the passport of this grand diplomatic Turtle (sent by the Secretary for Foreign Affairs to a certain noble envoy) described him as "on his majesty's service."

[2] Mr. Canning.

[3] Wanderings in South America. "It was the first and last time [says Mr. Waterton] I was ever on a crocodile's back."



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