The Infant Moralist
REVENGE

Lady Helen

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When Ferdinand was sent to School

It was his great delight

To pause and plague the Village Fool

'Gainst whom he had a Spite.

The poor afflicted Creature dwelt

Alone, hard by a Wood,

Forlorn and desolate he felt,

Oft destitute of Food.

But Ferdinand for him could feel

No gentle Pity flow,

Nor from his daily plenteous Meal

Would e'en one Crumb bestow.

From Vanity came all the Blame:

How oft we may remark

What fiercely burning Faults will flame

From one small sinful Spark.

One Sunday morning it had chanced,

As to the Church he went,

That Ferdinand around had glanced

On Admiration bent.

His Vest was frill'd, his Jacket too

In Fashion's last Conceit,

His Nankeen Pants, of yellow hue,

Scarce reach'd his Slippers neat.

A tassell'd Cane swung in his Hand,

He strutted proudly by,

His whole Demeanour a Demand

For Wonder's envious Eye.

But oh! what Rage possess'd his Heart

When laughter caught his Ear,

What Pangs of Anger, like a Dart,

Pierc'd him at every Jeer.

What did he see? with mincing Tread

The Idiot walked behind,

And aped his Gestures, wagged his Head

And smiled with vacant Mind.

A clumsy Bludgeon took the place

Of Ferdinand's smart Cane,

And pert young Master's easy Grace

The poor Fool tried to feign.

Though Weeks had pass'd, and all should strive

Offences to forget,

Ferdinand's Soul could but derive

Fresh Cause to fume and fret.

An evil Thought one Morning leapt

Into his jaundic'd Mind,

And with a Saw he stealthy crept

To where the Stream did wind.

And through and through he sawed the Plank

That bridg'd the Waters' play,

Then 'neath a Bush upon the Bank

Concealed and still he lay.

The Idiot came, he took one Stride,

Fell through, and Heels o'er Head

He sank, and loud for Help he cried,

But guilty Ferd'nand fled.

Now had the wicked Boy returned

And straight confest his Crime

The guilt of Murder, he had learned,

Had not been his this Time.

Attracted by the Idiot's Roars,

At his sad Plight appalled,

His dripping Body to the Shores

A Passer-by had hauled.

But Ferdinand ran off to Sea

And fought great Bonaparte;

He perish'd soon, by Fate's Decree,

And broke his Mother's Heart.

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