Phrenology

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"Come, collar this bad man Around the throat he knotted me Till I to choke began In point of fact, garrotted me!" So spake Sir HERBERT WHITE To JAMES, Policeman Thirty-two All ruffled with his fight SIR HERBERT was, and dirty too Policeman nothing said (Though he had much to say on it) But from the bad man's head He took the cap that lay on it "No, great SIR HERBERT WHITE Impossible to take him up This man is honest quite Wherever did you rake him up? "For Burglars, Thieves, and Co., Indeed I'm no apologist; But I, some years ago Assisted a Phrenologist "Observe his various bumps His head as I uncover it; His morals lie in lumps All round about and over it." "Now take him," said SIR WHITE "Or you will soon be rueing it; Bless me! I must be right, I caught the fellow doing it!" Policeman calmly smiled "Indeed you are mistaken, sir You're agitated riled And very badly shaken, sir "Sit down, and I'll explain My system of Phrenology A second, please, remain" (A second is horology) Policeman left his beat (The Bart., no longer furious Sat down upon a seat Observing, "This is curious!") "Oh, surely here are signs Should soften your rigidity This gentleman combines Politeness with timidity "Of Shyness here's a lump- A hole for Animosity And like my fist his bump Of Generenerosity "Just here the bump appears Of Innocent Hilarity And just behind his ear Are Faith, and Hope, and Charity "He of true Christian ways As bright example sent us is This maxim he obeys 'Sorte tu� contentus sis.' There, let him go his ways He needs no stern admonishing." The Bart., in blank amaze Exclaimed, "This is astonishing! "I must have made a mull This matter I've been blind in it: Examine, please, my skull And tell me what you find in it." Policeman looked, and said With unimpaired urbanity "SIR HERBERT, you've a head That teems with inhumanity "Here's Murder, Envy, Strife (Propensity to kill any) And Lies as large as life And heaps of Social Villainy: "Here's Love of Bran New Clothes Embezzling Arson Deism A taste for Slang and Oaths And Fraudulent Trusteeism "Here's Love of Groundless Charge Here's Malice, too, and Trickery) Unusually large Your bump of Pocket-Pickery " "Stop!" said the Bart., "my cup Is full I'm worse than him in all Policeman, take me up No doubt I am some criminal!" That Policeman's scorn grew large (Phrenology had nettled it) He took that Bart. in charge I don't know how they settled it