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Having replaced the bowl and its contents, he (the fool) proffered his services to his master, who having securely tied the donkey’s legs to the ladder, with the fool’s assistance, raised him on his chin, and held him in equilibrio in the air.
“Ain’t my master clever?” said the Fool, “and yet all the world must see that he’s below an ass”. You laugh – you’re tickled – but there’s a moral in this that none of you see. I’ll expound: That man and that ass are a type of the world as it wags. For how many asses are daily supported by the ability of clever men! The Temperance Society will tell you that asses alone get ‘elevated’. Don’t believe ‘em! Drunkeness may make a beast of a man, but let me tell you everything is good in moderation. They tell you to drink water, and promise you length of years, which is as much as to say that if you drink water, your ears will increase to the length of a donkey’s! – pah! When the spirit is fled the man is dead, and all arguments are weak that are wanting in – spirit! But I must assist my master: the greatest fool can give a man a lift upon occasion.” Having released the conjuror and the donkey, which appeared very stupid and inert, the master stood in the midst of the circle, to take a little breath after his feat.”
“Now, calf, leave the donkey,” said he.
“Calf indeed!” replied the indignant fool, “I’ll show you I can make a little wheel before I’m dead, at any rate;” and casting a hoop adroitly over his master’s head, he exclaimed, “There, now; there’s a little wheel in a jiffy.”
“How do you mean, sirrah?”
“Why, that ‘ere hoop’s the tire, and you’re the knave, to be sure”, replied he.
“But where’s the spokes, man?”
“Why, you’re the spokes-man, everybody must allow,” quickly answered the fool; and his master picking up the hoop and throwing it at him, he caught it, and began trundling it round the area formed by the spectators.
“What are you about, sirrah?”
“Playing at hoop,” replied the fool; “will you hide?”
“I’ll hide you”, said his master, “Come, strike up;” and the buffoon immediately resumed his musical instruments, and began blowing his pipes, and throwing and swinging about his drumsticks, after the most approved mode of the Moorish drummers.
Excertp from The Street-Conjuror by Hal Willis, which appeared in Heads of the People: Portraits of the English by Kenny Meadows, 1840; and was also reprinted in The Cyclopaedia of Wit and Humor by William Evans Burton, 1859.
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