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<h2>ETIQUETTE.</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">The</span>
<i>Ballyshannon</i> foundered off the coast of Cariboo,<br/>
And down in fathoms many went the captain and the crew;<br/>
Down went the owners—greedy men whom hope of gain
allured:<br/>
Oh, dry the starting tear, for they were heavily insured.</p>
<p class="poetry">Besides the captain and the mate, the owners
and the crew,<br/>
The passengers were also drowned excepting only two:<br/>
Young <span class="smcap">Peter Gray</span>, who tasted teas for
<span class="smcap">Baker</span>, <span class="smcap">Croop</span>, <span class="smcap">and
Co</span>.,<br/>
And <span class="smcap">Somers</span>, who from Eastern shores
imported indigo.</p>
<p class="poetry">These passengers, by reason of their clinging
to a mast,<br/>
Upon a desert island were eventually cast.<br/>
They hunted for their meals, as <span class="smcap">Alexander
Selkirk</span> used,<br/>
But they couldn’t chat together—they had not been
introduced.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page244"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
244</span>For <span class="smcap">Peter Gray</span>, and <span class="smcap">Somers</span> too, though certainly in trade,<br/>
Were properly particular about the friends they made;<br/>
And somehow thus they settled it without a word of
mouth—<br/>
That <span class="smcap">Gray</span> should take the northern
half, while <span class="smcap">Somers</span> took the south.</p>
<p class="poetry">On <span class="smcap">Peter’s</span>
portion oysters grew—a delicacy rare,<br/>
But oysters were a delicacy <span class="smcap">Peter</span>
couldn’t bear.<br/>
On <span class="smcap">Somers</span>’ side was turtle, on
the shingle lying thick,<br/>
Which <span class="smcap">Somers</span> couldn’t eat,
because it always made him sick.</p>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Gray</span> gnashed his
teeth with envy as he saw a mighty store<br/>
Of turtle unmolested on his fellow-creature’s shore.<br/>
The oysters at his feet aside impatiently he shoved,<br/>
For turtle and his mother were the only things he loved.</p>
<p class="poetry">And <span class="smcap">Somers</span> sighed in
sorrow as he settled in the south,<br/>
For the thought of <span class="smcap">Peter’s</span>
oysters brought the water to his mouth.<br/>
He longed to lay him down upon the shelly bed, and stuff:<br/>
He had often eaten oysters, but had never had enough.</p>
<p class="poetry">How they wished an introduction to each other
they had had<br/>
When on board the <i>Ballyshannon</i>! And it drove them
nearly mad<br/>
To think how very friendly with each other they might get,<br/>
If it wasn’t for the arbitrary rule of etiquette!</p>
<p class="poetry">One day, when out a-hunting for the <i>mus
ridiculus</i>,<br/>
<span class="smcap">Gray</span> overheard his fellow-man
soliloquizing thus:<br/>
“I wonder how the playmates of my youth are getting on,<br/>
<span class="smcap">M’Connell</span>, S. B. <span class="smcap">Walters</span>, <span class="smcap">Paddy
Byles</span>, and <span class="smcap">Robinson</span>?”</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page245"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
245</span>These simple words made <span class="smcap">Peter</span> as delighted as could be,<br/>
Old chummies at the Charterhouse were <span class="smcap">Robinson</span> and he!<br/>
He walked straight up to <span class="smcap">Somers</span>, then
he turned extremely red,<br/>
Hesitated, hummed and hawed a bit, then cleared his throat, and
said:</p>
<p class="poetry">“I beg your pardon—pray forgive me
if I seem too bold,<br/>
But you have breathed a name I knew familiarly of old.<br/>
You spoke aloud of <span class="smcap">Robinson</span>—I
happened to be by.<br/>
You know him?” “Yes, extremely
well.” “Allow me, so do I.”</p>
<p class="poetry">It was enough: they felt they could more
pleasantly get on,<br/>
For (ah, the magic of the fact!) they each knew <span class="smcap">Robinson</span>!<br/>
And Mr. <span class="smcap">Somers</span>’ turtle was at
<span class="smcap">Peter’s</span> service quite,<br/>
And Mr. <span class="smcap">Somers</span> punished <span class="smcap">Peter’s</span> oyster-beds all night.</p>
<p class="poetry">They soon became like brothers from community
of wrongs:<br/>
They wrote each other little odes and sang each other songs;<br/>
<SPAN name="page246"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>They
told each other anecdotes disparaging their wives;<br/>
On several occasions, too, they saved each other’s
lives.</p>
<p class="poetry">They felt quite melancholy when they parted for
the night,<br/>
And got up in the morning soon as ever it was light;<br/>
Each other’s pleasant company they reckoned so upon,<br/>
And all because it happened that they both knew <span class="smcap">Robinson</span>!</p>
<p class="poetry">They lived for many years on that inhospitable
shore,<br/>
And day by day they learned to love each other more and more.<br
/>
At last, to their astonishment, on getting up one day,<br/>
They saw a frigate anchored in the offing of the bay.</p>
<p class="poetry">To <span class="smcap">Peter</span> an idea
occurred. “Suppose we cross the main?<br/>
So good an opportunity may not be found again.”<br/>
And <span class="smcap">Somers</span> thought a minute, then
ejaculated, “Done!<br/>
I wonder how my business in the City’s getting
on?”</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page247"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
247</span>“But stay,” said Mr. <span class="smcap">Peter</span>: “when in England, as you
know,<br/>
I earned a living tasting teas for <span class="smcap">Baker</span>, <span class="smcap">Croop</span>,
<span class="smcap">and Co</span>.,<br/>
I may be superseded—my employers think me dead!”<br
/>
“Then come with me,” said <span class="smcap">Somers</span>, “and taste indigo
instead.”</p>
<p class="poetry">But all their plans were scattered in a moment
when they found<br/>
The vessel was a convict ship from Portland, outward bound;<br/>
When a boat came off to fetch them, though they felt it very
kind,<br/>
To go on board they firmly but respectfully declined.</p>
<p class="poetry">As both the happy settlers roared with laughter
at the joke,<br/>
They recognized a gentlemanly fellow pulling stroke:<br/>
’Twas <span class="smcap">Robinson</span>—a convict,
in an unbecoming frock!<br/>
Condemned to seven years for misappropriating stock!!!</p>
<p class="poetry">They laughed no more, for <span class="smcap">Somers</span> thought he had been rather rash<br/>
In knowing one whose friend had misappropriated cash;<br/>
And <span class="smcap">Peter</span> thought a foolish tack he
must have gone upon<br/>
In making the acquaintance of a friend of <span class="smcap">Robinson</span>.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page248"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
248</span>At first they didn’t quarrel very openly,
I’ve heard;<br/>
They nodded when they met, and now and then exchanged a word:<br/>
The word grew rare, and rarer still the nodding of the head,<br/>
And when they meet each other now, they cut each other dead.</p>
<p class="poetry">To allocate the island they agreed by word of
mouth,<br/>
And <span class="smcap">Peter</span> takes the north again, and
<span class="smcap">Somers</span> takes the south;<br/>
And <span class="smcap">Peter</span> has the oysters, which he
hates, in layers thick,<br/>
And <span class="smcap">Somers</span> has the turtle—turtle
always makes him sick.</p>
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