[Footnote 6: All up to and including 1851.
Not less, though dogs of Faction bay.]
This was first published in 1842. No alteration
has since been made in it.
This poem, which was written at the time of the Reform
Bill agitation, is a political allegory showing how
illusory were the supposed advantages held out by
the Radicals to the poor and labouring classes.
The old woman typifies these classes, the stranger
the Radicals, the goose the Radical programme, Free
Trade and the like, the eggs such advantages as the
proposed Radical measures might for a time seem to
confer, the cluttering goose, the storm and whirlwind
the heavy price which would have to be paid for them
in the social anarchy resulting from triumphant Radicalism.
The allegory may be narrowed to the Free Trade question.
I knew an old wife lean and poor,
Her rags scarce held together;
There strode a stranger to the door,
And it was windy weather.
He held a goose upon his arm,
He utter’d rhyme and reason,
“Here, take the goose, and keep
you warm,
It is a stormy season”.
She caught the white goose by the leg,
A goose—’twas no great
matter.
The goose let fall a golden egg
With cackle and with clatter.
She dropt the goose, and caught the pelf,
And ran to tell her neighbours;
And bless’d herself, and cursed
herself,
And rested from her labours.
And feeding high, and living soft,
Grew plump and able-bodied;
Until the grave churchwarden doff’d,
The parson smirk’d and nodded.
So sitting, served by man and maid,
She felt her heart grow prouder:
But, ah! the more the white goose laid
It clack’d and cackled louder.
It clutter’d here, it chuckled there;
It stirr’d the old wife’s
mettle:
She shifted in her elbow-chair,
And hurl’d the pan and kettle.
“A quinsy choke thy cursed note!”
Then wax’d her anger stronger:
“Go, take the goose, and wring her
throat,
I will not bear it longer”.
Then yelp’d the cur, and yawl’d
the cat;
Ran Gaffer, stumbled Gammer.
The goose flew this way and flew that,
And fill’d the house with clamour.
As head and heels upon the floor
They flounder’d all together,
There strode a stranger to the door,
And it was windy weather:
He took the goose upon his arm,
He utter’d words of scorning;
“So keep you cold, or keep you warm,
It is a stormy morning”.
The wild wind rang from park and plain,
And round the attics rumbled,
Till all the tables danced again,
And half the chimneys tumbled.
The glass blew in, the fire blew out,
The blast was hard and harder.
Her cap blew off, her gown blew up,
And a whirlwind clear’d the larder;
