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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tale Of Steven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">’TIS the tale of Simon Steven, braceman at the Odd-and-Even,<br>At The Nations, in the gully. They were sinking in the rock.<br>Sim was small and wiry rather, and a husband and a father,<br>But he’s gone and left his family as a consequence of shock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shock was Sim’s disease, we reckoned, for it took him in a second,<br>And no doctor born could dognose what the symptoms were, I think,<br>But we’re missin’ Sim completely—he could play the whistle sweetly,<br>And was always very sociable and brotherly in drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was how poor Steven drifted into trouble—being gifted,<br>He was hungry for an audience, and it led him up to Coy’s;<br>But his wife made no deductions for the artist, and the ructions<br>What she raised around that public were just fireworks for the boys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she caught him on the liquor, being stronger like and quicker,<br>She would hammer him in company, which, I take it, wasn’t right;<br>Yet he bore it like a martyr while his wife played up the tartar,<br>And she gave her straight opinion of each mother’s son in sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sim had marks of her corrections scattered round in all directions<br>On his features and his figure, but he didn’t seem to care—<br>For he thought his missus clearly did her duty by him merely<br>When she pommelled him for boosing with a poker or a chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Twas a Wednesday, boss, I’m thinking. There’d been much promiscuous drinking<br>Up the gully, where some city chaps were christening Spooner’s mill;<br>Sim was dayshift at The Nations, and he missed the grand orations,<br>But, with help from men and brothers, he contrived to get his fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’d been shooting holes, an’ Steven, when he left the Odd-and-Even,<br>Carried with him in his pocket here a plug of dynamite.<br>Sim had put it there to soften—which is done by miners often,<br>But it’s not the sort of practice that I’d recommend as right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, the braceman didn’t worry after tea that day, nor hurry<br>To the bosom of his family, but took drink for drink with Mack;<br>When they aimed him homewards kindly, Steven went the distance blindly,<br>And his feet performed the lockstitch all the way along the track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mrs. Sim was primed and ready, and she met him with a neddy,<br>And she passed no vain remarks, but aimed an awful blow at him;<br>Came a sound of roaring thunder—Mrs. Sim was blown from under,<br>And the universe was ruined, and the sun went out for Sim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After search in all directions, we found very few selections<br>Of the widow’s dear departed, but we did the best we could.<br>For, you see, by passion goaded, and not knowing Sim was loaded,<br>She’d concussed that plug of dynamite, and blown him up for good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was room for no reproaches ’bout the hearse and mourning coaches;<br>Though we only buried samples, yet we ’lowed for style and tone—<br>Man’s-size coffin, grave, and preacher for a broken fellow creature,<br>And we wrote ‘In Death Divided’ at the bottom of the stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a><div class=q>
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At The Nations, in the gully. They were sinking in the rock.
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But he’s gone and left his family as a consequence of shock.

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