And every morning passed her house that
cream of gentlemen,
She knew she might expect him at a quarter unto ten,
A sorter in the Custom-house, it was his daily road
(The Custom-house was fifteen minutes’ walk from her abode).
But Alice was a pious girl, who knew it
To look at strange young sorters with expressive purple eyes;
So she sought the village priest, to whom her family confessed,
The priest by whom their little sins were carefully assessed.
“Oh, holy father,” Alice said,
“’twould grieve you, would it not?
To discover that I was a most disreputable lot!
Of all unhappy sinners I’m the most unhappy one!”
The padre said, “Whatever have you been and gone and done?”
“I have helped mamma to steal a
little kiddy from its dad,
I’ve assisted dear papa in cutting up a little lad,
I’ve planned a little burglary and forged a little check,
And slain a little baby for the coral on its neck!”
The worthy pastor heaved a sigh and dropped
a silent tear—
And said, “You mustn’t judge yourself too heavily, my dear—
It’s wrong to murder babies, little corals for to fleece:
But sins like that one expiates at half-a-crown apiece.
“Girls will be girls—you’re
very young, and flighty in your mind;
Old heads upon young shoulders we must not expect to find;
We mustn’t be too hard upon these little girlish tricks—
Let’s see—five crimes at half-a-crown—exactly twelve-and-six.”
“Oh, father,” little Alice
cried, “your kindness makes me weep,
You do these little things for me so singularly cheap—
Your thoughtful liberality I never can forget;
But, O, there is another crime I haven’t mentioned yet!”
“A pleasant-looking gentleman, with
pretty purple eyes,
I’ve noticed at my window, as I’ve sat a-catching flies:
He passes by it every day as certain as can be—
I blush to say I’ve winked at him and he has winked at me!”
“For shame,” said Father Paul,
“my erring daughter! On my word
This is the most distressing news that I have ever heard.
Why, naughty girl, your excellent papa has pledged your hand
To a promising young robber, the lieutenant of his band!
“This dreadful piece of news will
pain your worthy parents so!
They are the most remunerative customers I know;
For many years they’ve kept starvation from my doors,
I never knew so criminal a family as yours!
“The common country folk in this
Have nothing to confess, they’re so ridiculously good;
And if you marry any one respectable at all,
Why, you’ll reform, and what will then become of Father Paul?”
The worthy priest, he up and drew his
cowl upon his crown,
And started off in haste to tell the news to Robber Brown;
To tell him how his daughter, who now was for marriage fit,
Had winked upon a sorter, who reciprocated it.