Max and Moritz

A Juvenile History in Seven Tricks
by Wilhelm Busch

Fourth Trick

An old saw runs somewhat so:
Man must learn while here below.ム
Not alone the A, B, C,
Raises man in dignity;
Not alone in reading, writing,
Reason finds a work inviting;
Not alone to solve the double
Rule of Three shall man take trouble;
But must hear with pleasure Sages
Teach the wisdom of the ages.

Of this wisdom an example
To the world was Master L確pel.

For this cause, to Max and Moritz
This man was the chief of horrors;
For a boy who loves bad tricks
Wisdom's friendship never seeks.
With the clerical profession
Smoking always was a passion;
And this habit without question,
While it helps promote digestion,
Is a comfort no one can
Well begrudge a good old man,
When the day's vexations close,
And he sits to seek repose.ム

Max and Moritz, flinty-hearted,
On another trick have started;
Thinking how they may attack a
Poor old man through his tobacco.

Once, when Sunday morning breaking,
Pious hearts to gladness waking,

Poured its light where, in the temple,
At his organ sate Herr L確pel,
These bad boys, for mischief ready,
Stole into the good man's study,
Where his darling meerschaum stands.
This, Max holds in both his hands;

While young Moritz (scapegrace born!)
Climbs, and gets the powderhorn,
And with speed the wicked soul
Pours the powder in the bowl.
Hush, and quick! now, right about!
For already church is out.

L確pel closes the church-door
Glad to seek his home once more;
All his service well got through,
Takes his keys, and music too,

And his way, delighted, wends
Homeward to his silent friends.

Full of gratitude he there
Lights his pipe, and takes his chair.

"Ah!" he says, "no joy is found
Like contentment on earth's round!"

Fizz! whizz! bum! The pipe is burst,
Almost shattered into dust.
Coffee-pot and water-jug,
Snuff-box, ink-stand, tumbler, mug,
Table, stove, and easy-chair,
All are flying through the air
In a lightning-powder-flash,
With a most tremendous crash.

When the smoke-cioud lifts and clears,
L確pel on his back appears;
God be praised! still breathing there,
Only somewhat worse for wear.

Nose, hands, eyebrows (once like yours),
Now are black as any Moor's;
Burned the last thin spear of hair,
And his pate is wholly bare.
Who shall now the children guide,
Lead their steps to wisdom's side?
Who shall now for Master L確pel
Lead the service in the temple?
Now that his old pipe is out,
Shattered, smashed, gone up the spout?

Time will heal the rest once more,
But the pipe's best days are o'er.

This was the bad boys' fourth trick,
But the fifth will follow quick.

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