Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and whispers of a summer sea.
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on a friendly knee,
intent to ask
The tale he loves to tell.
Rude spirits of the seething
outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if you list, such
hours a waste of life,
Empty of all delight!
Chat on, sweet Maid, and
rescue from annoy
Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled.
Ah, happy he who owns
that tenderest joy,
The heart-love of a child!
Away, fond thoughts, and
vex my soul no more!
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days--
Albeit bright memories
of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!
Preface
If--and the thing is wildly possible--the charge of writing nonsense
were ever brought against the
author of this brief but instructive poem, it would be based, I feel
convinced, on the line
“Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes”
In view of this painful possibility, I will not (as I might) appeal
indignantly to my other writings as a
proof that I am incapable of such a deed: I will not (as I might) point
to the strong moral purpose
of this poem itself, to the arithmetical principles so cautiously inculcated
in it, or to its noble
teachings in Natural History--I will take the more prosaic course of
simply explaining how it
happened.
The Bellman, who was almost morbidly sensitive about appearances, used
to have the bowsprit
unshipped once or twice a week to be revarnished, and it more than
once happened, when the
time came for replacing it, that no one on board could remember which
end of the ship it belonged
to. They knew it was not of the slightest use to appeal to the Bellman
about it--he would only
refer to his Naval Code, and read out in pathetic tones Admiralty Instructions
which none of them
had ever been able to understand--so it generally ended in its being
fastened on, anyhow, across
the rudder. The helmsman used to stand by with tears in his eyes: he
knew it was all wrong, but
alas! Rule 42 of the Code, “No one shall speak to the Man at the Helm”,
had been completed by
the Bellman himself with the words “and the Man at the Helm shall speak
to no one”. So
remonstrance was impossible, and no steering could be done till the
next varnishing day. During
these bewildering intervals the ship usually sailed backwards.
As this poem is to some extent connected with the lay of the Jabberwock,
let me take this
opportunity of answering a question that has often been asked me, how
to pronounce “slithy
toves”. The “i” in “slithy” is long, as in “writhe”; and “toves” is
pronounced so as to rhyme with
“groves”. Again, the first “o” in “borogoves” is pronounced like the
“o” in “borrow”. I have heard
people try to give it the sound of the “o” in “worry”. Such is Human
Perversity.
This also seems a fitting occasion to notice the other hard words in
that poem. Humpty-Dumpty’s
theory, of two meanings packed into one word like a portmanteau, seems
to me the right
explanation for all.
For instance, take the two words “fuming” and “furious”. Make up your
mind that you will say
both words, but leave it unsettled which you will say first. Now open
your mouth and speak. If
your thoughts incline ever so little towards “fuming”, you will say
“fuming-furious”; if they turn, by
even a hair’s breadth, towards “furious”, you will say “furious-fuming”;
but if you have that rarest
of gifts, a perfectly balanced mind, you will say “frumious”.
Supposing that, when Pistol uttered the well-known words--
“Under which king, Bezonian? Speak or die!”
Justice Shallow had felt certain that it was either William or Richard,
but had not been able to
settle which, so that he could not possibly say either name before
the other, can it be doubted
that, rather than die, he would have gasped out “Rilchiam!”.
Next: The Landing
Helmsman: This office was usually undertaken by the Boots, who found
in it a refuge from the
Baker’s constant complaints about the insufficient blacking of his
three pairs of boots.
Fit the First: The Landing
Fit the Second: The Bellman’s Speech
Fit the Third: The Baker’s Tale
Fit the Fourth: The Hunting
Fit the Fifth: The Beaver’s Lesson
Fit the Sixth: The Barrister’s Dream
Fit the Seventh: The Banker’s Fate
Fit the Eighth: The Vanishing