The Fudges In England. Letter Vi. From Miss Biddy Fudge, To Mrs. Elizabeth ---- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDBBEEF GGHHIIJJJJJKLLMMNO PPQQMMBBRRSS BBTTUVWWXX YYZZA2A2B2B2EEC2C2D2 D2E2 F2F2G2G2H2H2 I2I2KKJ2J2K2K2 L2L2M2M2M2BB B M GGN2N2O2P2MM M MMQ2Q2BBI2I2I2 B H2H2R2R2S2S2S2S2MM T2T2D2D2WW B BB U2U2V2V2MMMS2S2 GU2LLLL U2U2W2W2S2S2 U2 U2VU2VU2VU2VU2AU2D2X 2X2S2U2S2U2U2U2U2U2S 2U2U2S2X2X2 X2X2Y2Y2 U2 U2U2U2U2X2X2X2X2X2X2 LLHow I grieve you're not with us pray come if you can | A |
Ere we're robbed of this dear oratorical man | A |
Who combines in himself all the multiple glory | B |
Of Orangeman Saint quondam Papist and Tory | B |
Choice mixture like that from which duly confounded | C |
The best sort of brass was in old times compounded | D |
The sly and the saintly the worldly and godly | B |
All fused down in brogue so deliciously oddly | B |
In short he's a dear and such audiences draws | E |
Such loud peals of laughter and shouts of applause | E |
As can't but do good to the Protestant cause | F |
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Poor dear Irish Church he today sketched a view | G |
Of her history and prospect to me at least new | G |
And which if it takes as it ought must arouse | H |
The whole Christian world her just rights to espouse | H |
As to reasoning you know dear that's now of no use | I |
People still will their facts and dry figures produce | I |
As if saving the souls of a Protestant flock were | J |
A thing to be managed according to Cocker | J |
In vain do we say when rude radicals hector | J |
At paying some thousands a year to a Rector | J |
In places where Protestants never yet were | J |
Who knows but young Protestants may be born there | K |
And granting such accident think what a shame | L |
If they didn't find Rector and Clerk when they came | L |
It is clear that without such a staff on full pay | M |
These little Church embryos must go astray | M |
And while fools are computing what Parsons would cost | N |
Precious souls are meanwhile to the Establishment lost | O |
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In vain do we put the case sensibly thus | P |
They'll still with their figures and facts make a fuss | P |
And ask if while all choosing each his own road | Q |
Journey on as we can towards the Heavenly Abode | Q |
It is right that seven eighths of the travellers should pay | M |
For one eighth that goes quite a different way | M |
Just as if foolish people this wasn't in reality | B |
A proof of the Church's extreme liberality | B |
That tho' hating Popery in other respects | R |
She to Catholic money in no way objects | R |
And so liberal her very best Saints in this sense | S |
That they even go to heaven at the Catholic's expense | S |
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But tho' clear to our minds all these arguments be | B |
People cannot or will not their cogency see | B |
And I grieve to confess did the poor Irish Church | T |
Stand on reasoning alone she'd be left in the lurch | T |
It was therefore dear Lizzy with joy most sincere | U |
That I heard this nice Reverend O'something we've here | V |
Produce from the depths of his knowledge and reading | W |
A view of that marvellous Church far exceeding | W |
In novelty force and profoundness of thought | X |
All that Irving himself in his glory e'er taught | X |
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Looking thro' the whole history present and past | Y |
Of the Irish Law Church from the first to the last | Y |
Considering how strange its original birth | Z |
Such a thing having never before been on earth | Z |
How opposed to the instinct the law and the force | A2 |
Of nature and reason has been its whole course | A2 |
Thro' centuries encountering repugnance resistance | B2 |
Scorn hate execration yet still in existence | B2 |
Considering all this the conclusion he draws | E |
Is that Nature exempts this one Church from her laws | E |
That Reason dumb foundered gives up the dispute | C2 |
And before the portentous anomaly stands mute | C2 |
That in short 'tis a Miracle and once begun | D2 |
And transmitted thro' ages from father to son | D2 |
For the honor of miracles ought to go on | E2 |
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Never yet was conclusion so cogent and sound | F2 |
Or so fitted the Church's weak foes to confound | F2 |
For observe the more low all her merits they place | G2 |
The more they make out the miraculous case | G2 |
And the more all good Christians must deem it profane | H2 |
To disturb such a prodigy's marvellous reign | H2 |
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As for scriptural proofs he quite placed beyond doubt | I2 |
That the whole in the Apocalypse may be found out | I2 |
As clear and well proved he would venture to swear | K |
As anything else has been ever found there | K |
While the mode in which bless the dear fellow he deals | J2 |
With that whole lot of vials and trumpets and seals | J2 |
And the ease with which vial on vial he strings | K2 |
Shows him quite a first rate at all these sort of things | K2 |
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So much for theology as for the affairs | L2 |
Of this temporal world the light drawing room cares | L2 |
And gay toils of the toilet which God knows I seek | M2 |
From no love of such things but in humbleness meek | M2 |
And to be as the Apostle was weak with the weak | M2 |
Thou wilt find quite enough till I'm somewhat less busy | B |
In the extracts inclosed my dear news loving Lizzy | B |
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EXTRACTS FROM MY DIARY | B |
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Thursday | M |
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Last night having naught more holy to do | G |
Wrote a letter to dear Sir Andrew Agnew | G |
About the Do nothing on Sunday club | N2 |
Which we wish by some shorter name to dub | N2 |
As the use of more vowels and Consonants | O2 |
Than a Christian on Sunday really wants | P2 |
Is a grievance that ought to be done away | M |
And the Alphabet left to rest that day | M |
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Sunday | M |
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Sir Andrew's answer but shocking to say | M |
Being franked unthinkingly yesterday | M |
To the horror of Agnews yet unborn | Q2 |
It arrived on this blessed Sunday morn | Q2 |
How shocking the postman's self cried shame on't | B |
Seeing the immaculate Andrew's name on't | B |
What will the Club do meet no doubt | I2 |
'Tis a matter that touches the Class Devout | I2 |
And the friends of the Sabbath must speak out | I2 |
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Tuesday | B |
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Saw to day at the raffle and saw it with pain | H2 |
That those stylish Fitzwigrams begin to dress plain | H2 |
Even gay little Sophy smart trimmings renounces | R2 |
She who long has stood by me thro' all sorts of flounces | R2 |
And showed by upholding the toilet's sweet rites | S2 |
That we girls may be Christians without being frights | S2 |
This I own much alarms me for tho' one's religious | S2 |
And strict and all that there's no need to be hideous | S2 |
And why a nice bonnet should stand in the way | M |
Of one's going to heaven 'tisn't easy to say | M |
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Then there's Gimp the poor thing if her custom we drop | T2 |
Pray what's to become of her soul and her shop | T2 |
If by saints like ourselves no more orders are given | D2 |
She'll lose all the interest she now takes in heaven | D2 |
And this nice little fire brand pluckt from the burning | W |
May fall in again at the very next turning | W |
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Wednesday | B |
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Mem To write to the India Mission Society | B |
And send heavy tax upon piety | B |
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Of all Indian luxuries we now a days boast | U2 |
Making Company's Christians perhaps costs the most | U2 |
And the worst of it is that these converts full grown | V2 |
Having lived in our faith mostly die in their own | V2 |
Praying hard at the last to some god who they say | M |
When incarnate on earth used to steal curds and whey | M |
Think how horrid my dear so that all's thrown away | M |
And what is still worse for the rum and the rice | S2 |
They consumed while believers we saints pay the price | S2 |
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Still 'tis cheering to find that we do save a few | G |
The Report gives six Christians for Cunnangcadoo | U2 |
Doorkotchum reckons seven and four Trevandrum | L |
While but one and a half's left at Cooroopadum | L |
In this last mentioned place 'tis the barbers enslave 'em | L |
For once they turn Christians no barber will shave 'em | L |
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To atone for this rather small Heathen amount | U2 |
Some Papists turned Christians are tackt to the account | U2 |
And tho' to catch Papists one needn't go so far | W2 |
Such fish are worth hooking wherever they are | W2 |
And now when so great of such converts the lack is | S2 |
One Papist well caught is worth millions of Blackies | S2 |
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Friday | U2 |
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Last night had a dream so odd and funny | U2 |
I cannot resist recording it here | V |
Methought that the Genius of Matrimony | U2 |
Before me stood with a joyous leer | V |
Leading a husband in each hand | U2 |
And both for me which lookt rather queer | V |
One I could perfectly understand | U2 |
But why there were two wasn't quite so clear | V |
T'was meant however I soon could see | U2 |
To afford me a choice a most excellent plan | A |
And who should this brace of candidates be | U2 |
But Messrs O'Mulligan and Magan | D2 |
A thing I suppose unheard of till then | X2 |
To dream at once of two Irishmen | X2 |
That handsome Magan too with wings on his shoulders | S2 |
For all this past in the realms of the Blest | U2 |
And quite a creature to dazzle beholders | S2 |
While even O'Mulligan feathered and drest | U2 |
As an elderly cherub was looking his best | U2 |
Ah Liz you who know me scarce can doubt | U2 |
As to which of the two I singled out | U2 |
But awful to tell when all in dread | U2 |
Of losing so bright a vision's charms | S2 |
I graspt at Magan his image fled | U2 |
Like a mist away and I found but the head | U2 |
Of O'Mulligan wings and all in my arms | S2 |
The Angel had flown to some nest divine | X2 |
And the elderly Cherub alone was mine | X2 |
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Heigho it is certain that foolish Magan | X2 |
Either can'tor won't see that he might be the man | X2 |
And perhaps dear who knows if naught better befall | Y2 |
But O'Mulligan may be the man after all | Y2 |
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N B | U2 |
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Next week mean to have my first scriptural rout | U2 |
For the special discussion of matters devout | U2 |
Like those soir es at Powerscourt so justly renowned | U2 |
For the zeal with which doctrine and negus went round | U2 |
Those theology routs which the pious Lord Roden | X2 |
That pink of Christianity first set the mode in | X2 |
Where blessed down pouring from tea until nine | X2 |
The subjects lay all in the Prophecy line | X2 |
Then supper and then if for topics hard driven | X2 |
From thence until bed time to Satan was given | X2 |
While Roden deep read in each topic and tome | L |
On all subjects especially the last was at home | L |
Thomas Moore
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