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Last Line: "and the notion I cannot endure!"
Alternate Author Name(s): Carroll, Lewis
Subject(s): Nonsense


THEY roused him with muffins -- they roused him
with ice --
They roused him with mustard and cress --
They roused him with jam and judicious advice --
They set him conundrums to guess.

When at length he sat up and was able to speak,
His sad story he offered to tell;
And the Bellman cried "Silence! Not even a
shriek!"
And excitedly tingled his bell.

There was silence supreme! Not a shriek, not a
scream,
Scarcely even a howl or a groan,
As the man they called "Ho!" told his story of
woe
In an antediluvian tone.

My father and mother were honest though
poor -- "
"Skip all that!" cried the Bellman in haste.
"If it once become dark, there's no chance of a
Snark --
We have hardly a minute to waste!"

"I skip forty years," said the Baker, in tears,
"And proceed without further remark
To the day when you took me aboard of your
ship
To help you in hunting the Snark.

"A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was named)
Remarked, when I bade him farewell -- "
"Oh, skip your dear uncle!" the Bellman ex-
claimed,
As he angrily tingled his bell.

"He remarked to me then," said the mildest of
men,
"'If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:
Fetch it home by all means -- you may serve it
with greens,
And it's handy for striking a light.
"‘You may seek it with thimbles -- and seek it
with care;
You may hunt it with forks and hope;
You may threaten its life with a railway-share;
You may charm it with smiles and soap -- '"

("That's exactly the method," the Bellman bold
In a hasty parenthesis cried,
"That's exactly the way I have always been
told
That the capture of Snarks should be tried!")

"'But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,
If your Snark be a Boojum! For then
You will softly and suddenly vanish away,
And never be met with again!'

"It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul,
When I think of my uncle's last words:
And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl
Brimming over with quivering curds!

"It is this, it is this -- " "We have had that be-
fore!"
The Bellman indignantly said.
And the Baker replied, "Let me say it once more.
It is this, it is this that I dread!

"I engage with the Snark -- every night after
dark --
In a dreamy, delirious fight:
I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes,
And I use it for striking a light:

"But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day,
In a moment (of this I am sure),
I shall softly and suddenly vanish away --
And the notion I cannot endure!"




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