HPB-SB-3-191

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vol. 3, p. 191

H. P. Blavatsky Scrapbooks

from Adyar archives of the International Theosophical Society

vol. 3 (1875-1878)

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< A Budget of Avient Dreams (continued from page 3-190) >

The Seven Planetary Spheres

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Epigrams

Jokes on the Slate, to raise the laugh, Are hitherto one-sided. Upon the other (half-and-half !) I’ve written and derided. I. One ray, at last, of penetrating light, Hath pierced the darkness of our mental night. So simple all supreme discoveries are ! But this is the supremest, simplest, far— The only one in all the world who knew. The young man made his juvenile début ; He came, saw, conquered, Cæsar-like, elate ! Let him be crowned, then, Seizer of the Slate ! II. A young man to the Barber’s went, And did the Shaver seize, and Charged him with barbarous intent To cut the young man’s weasand. “’Tis useless to deny the fact; In vain you threat or pray, Sir ! I swear I caught you in the act; Your hand teas on the razor ! ” III. ’Tis trickery, So you needn’t “ try The spirits,”—fatal reason why. The case is in a nutshell curled. Crack it. There is no spirit world. IV. So clever, confident, and young, ’Twere just as well had he been hung ! “ Good heavens ! What has the young man done ? ” Married .... to .... Mrs. Partington ! She met the Ocean with a Mop ; He tried the other world to stop. V. The apostle bade us “try the spirits,” And judge them fairly, on their merits ; But did not clear instructions give For catching things so fugitive As spirits, in the Lawyer’s sieve ; And, possibly, he might retort, “ I didn't mean at Bow Street Court !”