A Dramatic Sketch.
SceneAn Office. Governor discovered seated at a writing-table.
Devil advances.
Governor (aside)What fellow is this whose footsteps rude
On my private hours thus dares intrude,
When doors are closed, and the desolate blast
In the outward midnight is bellowing past?
I hear the sentinels step below
How the deuce he got in, I should like to know.
Tis an ill-looking houndthat aspect hard
With the sorrow of sin is deeply scarred;
And the records of evil passion streak
With their infinite lines that iron cheek
Im really afraid for help to cry.
For I shrink from the scowl of his glaring eye;
And feel in his presence a sense of awe.
Like a felon caught in the clutch of law,
Would I could summon my slaves together,
Wheres Riddell and Parker?wheres Merewether?
Yet he rather looks like a gentleman, too
Ill speak to him firstwhat else can I do?
His manners may please, though his looks severe;
(Aloud) My honest fellow, what brings you here?
DevilHa, ha! my old boy! how soft and mild!
Why, you talk in the tone of a well-bred child.
Cheer up, cheer up; dismiss alarm,
My time is not come to do you harm.
Weve been friends too long to be quarrelling now,
I doubt not my face is strange, but still
Youve borne me in deeds the best good will.
Come, come, cheer up, dont look so blue,
Im a Governor, George, as well as you.
GovernorThe devil you are!
Devil
The devil I am.
Tis an ugly name in ones mouth to cram;
But ah! you sly dog! you guessed it well
I govern the vast domains of Hell.
Why start at the word? since, by the same token,
Tis not the first time youve heard it spoken.
GovernorDark prince of the deep! what want you here
Since mortals with you must meet in fear?
DevilIve come, my dear soul, for an hour or two,
On passing events to chat with you;
To render you thanks for the mischief youre brewing
For the state you oppress and the land youre undoing;
And also to offerexcuse my freedom
A few words of advice where you seem to need em.
GovernorAs for your praise, it might not flatter,
So let it pass, as it dont much matter,
Sit down. and I hope youve taken tea
The hour for that meal being past with me;
Id offer you grog, but I sadly fear
My cupboard is locked, and the keys not here.
My servants to roost, I believe, are fled,
My aide-de-camps out, and my sec. in bed
Yet, now, I reflect, I can find you some
Tis a bottle of best imported rum,
Just out of a batch that was seized in town
Oh, dear! how I miss that Hutchinson Brown;
The keenest fellow in my nation
Is he, for snuffing an information
With the pounce of a cat, the eye of an eagle,
And a nose for a job, that would honour a beagle;
As for me, I dont drink it, twas brought as a sample,
But do not be guided by my example,
You can suck from a bottle, as I suppose;
Hold it up well, and take care of your nose.
DevilPooh, pooh! such stuff mere childs sport is,
I now drink nothing but aqua fortis;
How long I may do so remains a question
For Im told it exceedingly hurts digestion;
And such is the general spread of sobriety,
Theyve got up in Hell a Temperance Society:
Now, I make it a rulethough much trouble it brings
To patronise all those sorts of things,
A sober sinner is not the less
A sinner for want of drunkenness;
And they wrong me who say that Im fond of riot,
I like those crimes best that are done in quiet.
GovernorYou talk rather boldly.
Devil
Well, Im wrong
To trench on your prejudice, if its strong.
You pardon I heartily beg,but stay,
Ive wandered from much I meant to say.
GovernorYour advice, your advice,twere a shame to lose it,
Though I need not take it unless I choose it.
DevilI grant you the praise youve fairly won
By the deeds you do and the deeds youve done;
I know that no causes corrupt the mind
Like the chains by which tyrants have crushed mankind,
That the blighting touch of a despots rod
Kills in mans spirit the breath of God.
That the purpose he bade you race fulfil
Is not for the meek slaves fettered will;
That the cherishing light of the holy skies
Falls barren and vain upon servile eyes,
That the weeds of evil will thrive there best,
Where the far shoots of nature are clipped and dressed,
Yes, under those climes where the poisonous brood
Of error is nursed by servitude,
Where souls are bowed by the weight they bear,
There their moral sky looks dark, and their air
Is thick with the filth that bondage breeds,
I scatter my foul and fertile seeds;
Where most I am bent on mans undoing,
The tyrant assists my work of ruin;
In New South Wales, as I plainly see,
Youre carving out plentiful jobs for me.
But forgive me for hinting your zeal is such
That Im only afraid youll do too much.
I know this well. To subject mankind
You must tickle before you attempt to bind;
Nor lay on his shoulders the yoke, until
Through his habits youve first enslaved his will.
Youre too violent far,you rush too madly
At your favourite ends, and spoil them sadly.
Already, I warn you, your system totters
Theyre a nest of hornets these rascally Squatters,
Especially when you would grasp their cash
Excuse me, George, but I think youre rash.
GovernorRash! dm it, rash!
Devil
Dont fly in passion,
In the higher circles tis not the fashion;
And swearing besides, you must allow,
Is neither polite nor useful now.
GovernorWould you have me forgo the rights of the Crown,
To be laughed at all over this factious town?
Ill teach these Squatters to pay their rent,
And dont care one rush for their discontent;
Theyve abused me in print, theyve made orations,
Theyve their papers and Pastoral Associations;
To England theyve sent their vile petitions
Theyve gone to the length of caricaturing
But Ill show them the evil is past their curing.
DevilCome, come, be cool, or your aim youll miss,
Your tempers too hot for work like this;
This people, I say, will submit the more readily
If youve only the wit to grind them steadily.
Youve a snug little tyranny under your thumb
But manage it well, or down twill come.
Twere a pity to peril this rich possession
By a foolish rashness or indiscretion;
Wentworth and Windeyer are troublesome chaps,
And the Councils a thorn in your side, perhaps;
But let them grumble and growl their fill,
You know very well their power is nil.
Look at the schedules by which, tis clear,
You handle a monstrous sum each year;
Look at the patronage thrown in your gift
To give any fawning friend a lift.
Didnt you find a berth for Therry?
What were his merits? Vast? Oh! very
When a fellow like that can be made a Judge,
They may prate of their freedom, but I say fudge.
Look at the power you have to draw
On Stephen and Co., when you want a new law.
Look at the lands that are unlocated,
Where your droits of the Crown are so nicely created,
Then calmly proceed, and with prudence act;
In the middle lies safetythats a fact
Subdue by degrees, and slowly oppress,
Or, I tell you, youll get yourself into a mess
While people petition, theyll find it a sell,
But dont push them too hard, they might rebel.
GovernorRebel! ha, ha! youre surely in joke;
Rebellion herea mere puff of smoke.
What would the people of England say?
A rebellion! how queer! in Botany Bay!
Pick-pockets, swindlers, thieves, and fobbers,
Cut-throats and burglars, and highway-robbers
A mob that escaped the gallows at home
Tis worse than the servile wars of Rome!
A handful of troops would put them down,
And the higher classes would join the Crown.
DevilIt might be so; but just mark, my friend
Who come to be losers in the end?
No doubt thered be fun well worth enjoying
Burning and plundering, and destroying;
Fighting for towns not worth disputing
Skirmishing, robbing, and rifle-shooting
From bushes and trees, and rocks for barriers,
Murdering of post-boys, and plundering of carriers,
Storming of camps by midnight entries,
Driving off horses, and popping off sentries
Seizures of stock for purposes royal,
Pressing of men to make them loyal.
Some heroes might fall in that petty strife,
Whom bondage had taught a contempt of life,
Some patriots leading in civil storms,
Might dangle on gibbets their martyr forms;
Or exiled afar, to return no more,
Might bury their bones on a foreign shore,
Proscribed by the tyrants they dared to brave,
And mocked by the people they fought to save;
But not in vain would they bear or bleed,
This land would have gained what most they need.
John Bull from his drowsy indifference waking,
Would give some of you despots a terrible shaking;
Youd be robbed of your berth and your reputation,
For causing your masters so much vexation
And the people your chairs so closely bind,
A tardy justice would ask and find.
Take my advice, I offer it cheap
Why, as I live, the mans asleep!
George, George, your manners much want reforming,
But Ill give your nose a bit of a warming.
(Tweaks his nose and vanishes.)
Governor (waking up)Was this but a dream? or was it real?
Theres a pain in my nose, by no means ideal.
There might be some truth in what he told me
This place seems getting too hot to hold me.
I cant remain for ever, tis true,
But Ill leave my successor something to do;
If I cant turn the Squatters out of their stations,
I can ruin the scoundrels by proclamations:
So Ill write out a draft for one this minute
And if it dont sting them, the devils in it.