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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hongree and Mahry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun was setting in its wonted west,<br>When HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,<br>Met MAHRY DAUBIGNY, the Village Rose,<br>Under the Wizard's Oak - old trysting-place<br>Of those who loved in rosy Aquitaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They thought themselves unwatched, but they were not;<br>For HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,<br>Found in LIEUTENANT-COLONEL JOOLES DUBOSC<br>A rival, envious and unscrupulous,<br>Who thought it not foul scorn to dodge his steps,<br>And listen, unperceived, to all that passed<br>Between the simple little Village Rose<br>And HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A clumsy barrack-bully was DUBOSC,<br>Quite unfamiliar with the well-bred tact<br>That animates a proper gentleman<br>In dealing with a girl of humble rank.<br>You'll understand his coarseness when I say<br>He would have married MAHRY DAUBIGNY,<br>And dragged the unsophisticated girl<br>Into the whirl of fashionable life,<br>For which her singularly rustic ways,<br>Her breeding (moral, but extremely rude),<br>Her language (chaste, but ungrammatical),<br>Would absolutely have unfitted her.<br>How different to this unreflecting boor<br>Was HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Contemporary with the incident<br>Related in our opening paragraph,<br>Was that sad war 'twixt Gallia and ourselves<br>That followed on the treaty signed at Troyes;<br>And so LIEUTENANT-COLONEL JOOLES DUBOSC<br>(Brave soldier, he, with all his faults of style)<br>And HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,<br>Were sent by CHARLES of France against the lines<br>Of our Sixth HENRY (Fourteen twenty-nine),<br>To drive his legions out of Aquitaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,<br>Returned, suspecting nothing, to his camp,<br>After his meeting with the Village Rose,<br>He found inside his barrack letter-box<br>A note from the commanding officer,<br>Requiring his attendance at head-quarters.<br>He went, and found LIEUTENANT-COLONEL JOOLES.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Young HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,<br>This night we shall attack the English camp:<br>Be the 'forlorn hope' yours - you'll lead it, sir,<br>And lead it too with credit, I've no doubt.<br>As every man must certainly be killed<br>(For you are twenty 'gainst two thousand men),<br>It is not likely that you will return.<br>But what of that? you'll have the benefit<br>Of knowing that you die a soldier's death."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Obedience was young HONGREE'S strongest point,<br>But he imagined that he only owed<br>Allegiance to his MAHRY and his King.<br>"If MAHRY bade me lead these fated men,<br>I'd lead them -but I do not think she would.<br>If CHARLES, my King, said, 'Go, my son, and die,'<br>I'd go, of course - my duty would be clear.<br>But MAHRY is in bed asleep, I hope,<br>And CHARLES, my King, a hundred leagues from this.<br>As for LIEUTENANT-COLONEL JOOLES DUBOSC,<br>How know I that our monarch would approve<br>The order he has given me to-night?<br>My King I've sworn in all things to obey -<br>I'll only take my orders from my King!"<br>Thus HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,<br>Interpreted the terms of his commission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And HONGREE, who was wise as he was good,<br>Disguised himself that night in ample cloak,<br>Round flapping hat, and vizor mask of black,<br>And made, unnoticed, for the English camp.<br>He passed the unsuspecting sentinels<br>(Who little thought a man in this disguise<br>Could be a proper object of suspicion),<br>And ere the curfew bell had boomed "lights out,"<br>He found in audience Bedford's haughty Duke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Your Grace," he said, "start not - be not alarmed,<br>Although a Frenchman stands before your eyes.<br>I'm HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores.<br>My Colonel will attack your camp to-night,<br>And orders me to lead the hope forlorn.<br>Now I am sure our excellent KING CHARLES<br>Would not approve of this; but he's away<br>A hundred leagues, and rather more than that.<br>So, utterly devoted to my King,<br>Blinded by my attachment to the throne,<br>And having but its interest at heart,<br>I feel it is my duty to disclose<br>All schemes that emanate from COLONEL JOOLES,<br>If I believe that they are not the kind<br>Of schemes that our good monarch would approve."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But how," said Bedford's Duke, "do you propose<br>That we should overthrow your Colonel's scheme?"<br>And HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,<br>Replied at once with never-failing tact:<br>"Oh, sir, I know this cursed country well.<br>Entrust yourself and all your host to me;<br>I'll lead you safely by a secret path<br>Into the heart of COLONEL JOOLES' array,<br>And you can then attack them unprepared,<br>And slay my fellow-countrymen unarmed."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thing was done. The DUKE of BEDFORD gave<br>The order, and two thousand fighting men<br>Crept silently into the Gallic camp,<br>And slew the Frenchmen as they lay asleep;<br>And Bedford's haughty Duke slew COLONEL JOOLES,<br>And gave fair MAHRY, pride of Aquitaine,<br>To HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538952" data-title="Hongree and Mahry de William Schwenck Gilbert" data-description="The sun was setting in its wonted west, When HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores, Met MAHRY DAUBIGNY, the Village Rose, Under the Wizard's Oak - old trysting-place Of those who loved in rosy Aquitaine. 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