10 15 The Re Giovanni, now unknown to fame, So many monarchs since have borne the name, Then rode he through the streets with all his train, Was done to any man he should but ring The great bell in the square, and he, the King, What wrongs were righted, need not here be said. By chance it happened that in Atri dwelt A Knight, with spur on heel and sword in belt, Loved, or had loved them; for at last, grown old, He sold his horses, sold his hawks and hounds, At length he said: "What is the use or need So the old steed was turned into the heat One afternoon, as in that sultry clime It is the custom in the summer time, With bolted doors and window shutters closed, The loud alarum of the accusing bell! The Syndic started from his deep repose, Turned on his couch, and listened, and then rose 10 5 And donned his robes, and with reluctant pace In half-articulate jargon, the old song, "Some one hath done a wrong, hath done a wrong!" But ere he reached the belfry's light arcade He saw, or thought he saw, beneath its shade, And set at naught the Syndic and the rest, That he should do what pleased him with his own. And thereupon the Syndic gravely read The proclamation of the King; then said: "Pride goeth forth on horseback grand and gay, Of flowers of chivalry and not of weeds! They never yet have reached your knightly ear. Can come to you from starving this poor brute? "He who serves well and speaks not merits more Than they who clamor loudest at the door. Therefore the law decrees that as this steed Served you in youth, henceforth you shall take heed Shelter in stall, and food and field beside." The Knight withdrew abashed; the people all The King heard and approved, and laughed in glee, But go not in to mass; my bell doth more: Of creatures dumb and unknown to the laws; Abruzzo (äbroot'so): a country of Italy. Re Giovan'ni: King John, in English. Syn'dic: a magistrate. - bry'ony: a common European plant. MY THREE COMPANIONS OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES DR. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES (1809-1894), the poet and wit of Boston, was also a noted physician, professor, and prose writer. He was the author of a series of delightful books, beginning with the "Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table," and ending with "Over the Teacups." I have lived on the shores of the great ocean, where its 5 waves broke wildest and its voice rose loudest. I have passed whole seasons on the banks of mighty and famous rivers. I have dwelt on the margin of a tranquil lake, and floated through many a long, long summer day on its clear waters. I have learned the "various language" of Nature, of which poetry has spoken, at least I have learned some words and phrases of it. I will translate some of these as best I may into common speech. 10 The Ocean says to the dweller on its shores: "You 15 are neither welcome nor unwelcome. I do not trouble myself with the living tribes that come down to my waters. I have my own people, of an older race than yours, that grow to mightier dimensions than your mastodons and elephants; more numerous than all the 20 swarms that fill the air or move over the thin crust of the earth. "Who are you that build your gay palaces on my margin? I see your white faces as I saw the dark faces |