L'Envoi

Lady, a sad lot, 'tis true, Staying your wandering feet; But 'tis the best place for you,-- This is the Pumpkin of Pete.

Like the other women present Dinah Craik felt the pathos of the situation, and gave vent to her feelings in this tender burst of song:

Could I come back to you, Peter, Peter, From this old pumpkin that I hate; I would be so tender, so loving, Peter,-- Peter, Peter, gracious and great.

You were not half worthy of me, Peter, Not half worthy the like of I; Now all men beside are not in it, Peter,-- Peter, Peter, I feel like a pie.

Stretch out your hand to me, Peter, Peter, Let me out of this Pumpkin, do; Peter, my beautiful Pumpkin Eater, Peter, Peter, tender and true.

Mr. Hogg took his own graceful view of the matter, thus:

Lady of wandering, Blithesome, meandering, Sweet was thy flitting o'er moorland and lea; Emblem of restlessness, Blest be thy dwelling place, Oh, to abide in the Pumpkin with thee.

Peter, though bland and good, Never thee understood, Or he had known how thy nature was free; Goddess of fickleness, Blest be thy dwelling place, Oh, to abide in the Pumpkin with thee.

Mr. Kipling grasped at the occasion for a ballad in his best vein. The plot of the story aroused his old-time enthusiasm, and he transplanted the pumpkin eater and his wife to the scenes of his earlier powers:

In a great big Mammoth pumpkin Lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a wife of mine a-settin' And I know she's mad at me. For I hear her calling, "Peter!" With a wild hysteric shout: "Come you back, you Punkin Eater,-- Come you back and let me out!" For she's in a punkin shell, I have locked her in her cell; But it really is a comfy, well-constructed punkin shell; And there she'll have to dwell, For she didn't treat me well, So I put her in the punkin and I've kept her very well.

Algernon Swinburne was also in one of his early moods, and as a result he wove the story into this exquisite fabric of words: