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 LITHOGRAPHERS AND COLOR PRINTERS, 
 
 NEW YORK. 
 
" We want to see the pan- 
 tomime!" cry Harry, 
 Bess and Lou ; 
 
 " We want to see the pan- 
 tomime ! Oh, nurse, do 
 take us ! do ! 
 
 The clown does very funny 
 things in such a funny 
 way 
 
 That everybody has to 
 laugh. O, let's go there 
 to-day ! " 
 
The children tease, and nurse consents ; and then away they go, 
 
 With eager feet and radiant smiles, to see the lively show ; 
 
 The tickets soon are bought, and they are seated every one, 
 
 Impatient to behold the Clown, and to enjoy the fun. 
 
 Clown, Pantaloon, and Harlequin, and Columbine appear ; 
 
 The Clown is jealous ; Pantaloon he seizes by the ear ; 
 
 Then Harlequin, unseen by them, his magic wand swings round, 
 
 And neither he nor Columbine can anywhere be found. 
 
 The Clown is half distracted ; oh, his brain is in a whirl ! 
 
 In every nook and corner he goes searching for the girl ; 
 
 While Pantaloon delightedly runs forward to embrace 
 
 A monstrous Chinese jar that takes the pretty maiden's place. 
 
 The Clown and Pantaloon start off together down the street, 
 
 And come across a poultry-shop. Aha ! here is a treat ! 
 
 And underneath the window — oh, it gives the Clown delight — 
 
 Are nice fat geese, with yellow bills, and feathers soft and white. 
 
 Old Pantaloon is put on guard, the Clown a window breaks, 
 
 And very firmly by the neck each goosey-gander takes, 
 
 And when he finishes his haul, and turns to count his geese, 
 
 He finds that he and they are in the hands of the police. 
 
The Clown is a very good nurse ; he goes 
 And dresses the pig in the baby's clothes, 
 And feeds it well ; while the baby lies 
 In the cradle, and loud for its dinner cries 
 
 The Clown next opens a barber-shop, 
 And sharpens his razors on leather strop, 
 And seems to say in his merry glee, 
 ' Oh, no one can lather and shave like me ! " 
 
 He lathers his customer far too well ; 
 The man springs up with a frightful yell. 
 And threatens to knock the poor barber down 
 But is quieted soon by the artful clown. 
 
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 As Pantaloon stands as if lost in thought 
 
 And very much pleased with the rocket he's 
 
 bought, 
 The Clown comes along and begins to admire 
 The curious thing like a little church spire. 
 
 He studies it closely; he measures its size ; 
 Now looks very foolish, and then very wise ; 
 And makes such grimaces the children all cry, 
 " Hurrah ! and hurrah ! give us Fourth of July ! " 
 
 The'Clown tries to steal the big rocket ; but no ; — 
 Pantaloon holds it fast and will not let it go ; 
 And although not a word has been said in these scenes. 
 Tis easy to tell what the pantomime means. 
 
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 The Clown then pretending that he under- 
 stands 
 
 All about the tall rocket in Pantaloon's hands, 
 
 Lights a slow match, and touches it off ! and 
 oh, my ! 
 
 Away goes poor Pantaloon up to the sky ! 
 
 There's a whizz, and a flash, and a great deal 
 
 of smoke, 
 And the Clown looks as if he enjoyed his fine 
 
 joke, 
 Though a little bit scared — you can see by his 
 
 face — 
 And glad that he isn't in Pantaloon's place. 
 
Then the Clown thinks awhile and would have it appear 
 That he is a genius ; a smart engineer, 
 Who can build a torpedo, or steamboat so grand, 
 Out of any material coming to hand. 
 
 An apple-stand first he secures as a prize, 
 Then boxes — whatever their shape or their size ; 
 It matters but little ; and soon from the wharf 
 Behold the gay steamboat prepared to set off! 
 
 The Clown is the captain ; Pantaloon is 
 the mate ; 
 
 Unheeding the danger they rush to 
 their fate ; 
 
 " Toot-toot ! " says the whistle. " Bang- 
 bang ! " — there's a flash ! 
 
 And the steamboat and everything else 
 go to smash ! 
 
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The children have to get their 
 breath, 
 And have to settle down ; 
 They've almost laughed themselves 
 to death 
 To see the funny Clown ; 
 
 And yet they haven't had their fill 
 Of fun, and are perplexed 
 
 To know what tricks of wit and 
 skill 
 He'll furnish for them next. 
 
 They have not long to wait ; the 
 bell 
 Goes "Tinkle ! tinkle ! " clear, 
 And there's a shop with meat to 
 sell 
 Of mutton, beef, and deer. 
 
 The Clown and Pantaloon come 
 slow 
 With mischief in their looks, 
 And see the meat that's hanging 
 low 
 Outside, upon the hooks. 
 
 The butcher's fallen fast asleep ; 
 
 'Twill serve him right, if they 
 With sausages, i and beef, and 
 sheep, 
 
 Should coolly walk away. 
 
 They hide the meat, then wait 
 to see, 
 
 Still laughing in their sleeves, 
 How angry will that butcher be 
 
 Who did not watch for thieves! 
 
The Clown went up with a bowl and 
 
 spoon 
 To feed the hungry man in the moon ; 
 His mouth was large and the spoon 
 
 was small, 
 And he nearly swallowed the Clown and 
 
 all. 
 
 The ladder was long ; and oh, what a 
 
 shame ! 
 A poor little innocent donkey came 
 And rubbing his back against it, soon 
 Upset the Clown with his bowl and 
 
The Clown and Pantaloon appear 
 Within a workshop very queer, 
 Where they are free to help them- 
 selves 
 To all they see upon the shelves. 
 
 The crucible is on the fire ; 
 
 The blaze old Pantaloon blows 
 
 higher. 
 Until the contents of the pot 
 Are bubbling up and boiling hot. 
 
 The Clown, who's anxious to begin 
 His work, then puts his finger in, 
 But brings it quickly out again 
 And shrieks, and cries, and groans 
 
 with pain, 
 And shows his wide extended paw 
 Held tightly in a lobster's claw. 
 
 The Clown, as he parades about, 
 Perceives a man distressed with 
 
 gout ; 
 On crutches lo ! his way he makes, 
 And groans at every step he takes. 
 
 The naughty Clown will play a 
 
 trick 
 On anybody, well or sick, 
 And so, as softly as he can, 
 He steals behind the crippled man. 
 
 Pretending not to see or know, 
 He treads upon the gouty toe, 
 Which makes the sick man jump 
 
 and howl, 
 And dance about with fiendish growl. 
 
Fun-loving Pantaloon and Clown, 
 Would take a journey out of town, 
 And so the passing coach they stop. 
 And Mr. Clown is soon on top. 
 
 They dash along through thick and 
 
 thin, 
 And other passengers get in, 
 And every one seems glad and gay, 
 As if out for a holiday. 
 
 The Clown has on his Sunday hat, 
 And bows first this way and then 
 
 that, 
 The driver cracks his whip, and lo ! 
 They're off ! they're off ! Ho ! tally-ho ! 
 
 The road is smooth ; the horses make 
 Good time without a single break, 
 And with his antics and his jokes, 
 The Clown amuses all the folks. 
 
 But there's the mischief now to pay ! 
 The horses start and run away ! 
 Upset the coach ! and with a bound 
 Spill all the people on the ground ! 
 
 Poor Pantaloon is full of groans, 
 You'd think he'd broken all his 
 
 bones ; 
 And oh ! there is a lively time, 
 At this part of the pantomime 
 
Some great men sat at a festive board, 
 And very freely the wine was poured ; 
 Of roasted turkey and beef they ate, 
 And talked and talked till the hour was late. 
 
 One looked at the clock, and was scared to see 
 The hands were just on the stroke of three, 
 And the others looked up in as great surprise, 
 And really couldn't believe their eyes. 
 
 They hurried away from the table fast 
 
 And left unfinished their rich repast, 
 
 While the Clown stole out of the clock, where 
 
 he 
 Had turned the hands till they stood at three, 
 And very contentedly ate his fill 
 Of goodies, not caring who paid the bill. 
 
'Twas really very wonderful how still the children sat, 
 How well they understood the jokes that they were laughing at, 
 And older ones who'd seen the tricks a dozen times before, 
 Were just as ready to applaud, and loudly call for more. 
 
 The Clown and Pantaloon went off to see what they could see, 
 And came across a shanty where there lived a young Chinee ; 
 His hair was braided in a cue, and he had slanting eyes, 
 And was reported to have made some most delicious pies. 
 
 The rats ran all about the place ; big rats and little mice ; 
 Now here, now there, now everywhere ; it really wasn't nice ; 
 And Clown and Pantaloon decided that it would not suit 
 Their taste to eat those pies and things. They didn't like the fruit. 
 
But Sam Foo Lee is not inclined to let them get away 
 Without disposing of the wares he carries on his tray ; 
 " Two bits ! two bits!." he pantomimes ; 'tis surely very "sheep," 
 And he's in need of money, and would like to make a heap. 
 
 Old Pantaloon is very fond indeed of mutton pies, 
 And rubs his hands, and scans the tray with greedy, longing, eyes, 
 The while the Clown is teasing Sam Foo Lee in such a way, 
 The latter thinks he means to take the contents of the tray. 
 
 " Miauow ! miauow ! " the Clown exclaims, as if a dozen kits 
 Were coming down the street to tear the Chinaman to bits ; 
 And Sam Foo Lee slinks off at last, expressing his surprise 
 That 'Melican man should be so queer as not to love rat pies. 
 


 
The farmer leaves his cart awhile on his return from mill, 
 To whisper to the pretty maid who lives below the hill, 
 And soon the Clown has hid himself among the, bags of wheat, 
 And Pantaloon has perched himself upon the driver's seat. 
 
 The donkey knows its master and is quick to play its part, 
 And. with#a sudden kick and jerk upsets the loaded cart ; 
 The farmer turns around to see the cause of all -this clatter, 
 The maiden looks alarmed, and wonders what can be the matter. 
 
 Away runs Pantaloon with speed ; up gets the nimble Clown, 
 And in his haste to catch him, lo ! the farmer tumbles down ; 
 The Clown a bag then seizes with a joy he can't conceal, 
 And deluges the farmer with a lot of Indian meal. 
 
As Mister Clown was walking down. 
 In search of mischief through the town, 
 lie chanced to spy the butter-man, 
 And after him he slyly ran. 
 
 From out the basket then he stole 
 A very firm and yellow roll, 
 And with it greased the road, alas ! 
 Till it was slippery as glass. 
 
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 A woman came — he knew her well — 
 And she'd five dozen eggs to sell ; 
 She slipped ; up went her feet and legs ! 
 And oh, you should have seen those eggs ! 
 
 The Clown, delighted with his trick, 
 Spread on more butter very thick, 
 On which an elephant slipped down 
 And flattened out the astonished Clown. 
 
The cats disturb the Clown's repose, 
 
 And will not quiet keep ; 
 He hides his head beneath the clothes, 
 
 But cannot get to sleep. 
 
 All night they kick up such a fuss, 
 While brightly shines the moon, 
 
 And nothing but a blunderbuss 
 Will make them change their tune. 
 
 He takes good aim. "Bang ! bang ! " 
 There is 
 
 No cat upon the shed, 
 And with a smile upon his phiz 
 
 The Clown goes off to bed ; 
 
 But not to sleep ! Lo ! on the wall 
 
 He sees a ghost arise, 
 With frightful claws and lantern jaws, 
 
 And great big horrid eyes ! 
 
 It glares at him, it stares at him, 
 And seems to take his breath ; 
 
 He hides his head, he shakes the bed, 
 Is almost scared to death ! 
 
 The rats run riot round the floor, 
 But oh, it grieves him that 
 
 One brave as he must haunted be 
 By ghost of Thomas Cat ! 
 
The Clown's a skillful fisherman, and sitting on the dock, 
 
 He throws his hook and line, and waits until he feels a shock ; 
 
 Then pulling in with all his might he slowly brings to shore 
 
 A fish that must have weighed at least a hundred pounds or more. 
 
 He holds it tight, and Pantaloon to his assistance comes, 
 But spite of all the fish slips through their fingers and their thumbs 
 It hits the Clown and knocks him down ; — there is a lively time ! 
 And then it plunges in the sea, and ends the pantomime. 
 

 
 
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