Never touching the cates, or the dishes or plates,

The decanters or glasses, the sweetmeats or fruits, The head smiles, and begs them to bring him his legs, As a well-spoken gentleman asks for his boots.

Kicking open the casement, to each one's amazement,
Straight a right leg steps in, all impediment scorns,
And near the head stopping, a left follows hopping
Behind,- for the left Leg was troubled with corns.

Next, before the beholders, two great brawny shoulders,
And arms on their bent elbows dance through the throng,
While two hands assist, though nipped off at the wrist,
The said shoulders in bearing a body along.

They march up to the head, not one syllable said,
For the thirty guests all stare in wonder and doubt,
As the limbs in their sight arrange and unite,

Till Gengulphus, though dead, looks as sound as a trout.

I will venture to say, from that hour to this day,
Ne'er did such an assembly behold such a scene;
Or a table divide fifteen guests of a side

With a dead body placed in the centre between.

Yes, they stared—well they might at so novel a sight:
No one uttered a whisper, a sneeze, or a hem,

But sat all bolt upright, and pale with affright;

And they gazed at the dead man, the dead man at them.

The Prince Bishop's Jester, on punning intent,
As he view'd the whole thirty, in jocular terms
Said, "
They put him in mind of a Council of Trente
Engaged in reviewing the Diet of Worms."

But what should they do?-Oh! nobody knew

What was best to be done, either stranger or resident. The Chancellor's self read his Puffendorf through

In vain, for his books could not furnish a precedent.

The Prince Bishop muttered a curse and a prayer,
Which his double capacity hit to a nicety;
His Princely, or Lay half induced him to swear,
His Episcopal moiety said "Benedicite!”

The Coroner sat on the body that night,

And the jury agreed,—not a doubt could they harbour,— "That the chin of the corpse - the sole thing brought to light

Had been recently shaved by a very bad barber."

They sent out Von Taünsend, Von Bürnie, Von Roe,

Von Maine, and Von Rowantz-through châlets and châteaux,

Towns, villages, hamlets, they told them to go,

And they stuck up placards on the walls of the Stadthaus.

"MURDER!!"

"WHEREAS, a dead Gentleman, surname unknown, Has been recently found at his Highness's banquet, Rather shabbily drest in an Amice, or gown

In appearance resembling a second-hand blanket;

"And WHEREAS, there's great reason indeed to suspect That some ill-disposed person or persons, with malice Aforethought, have kill'd and begun to dissect

The said Gentleman, not very far from the palace;

"THIS IS TO give notice !—Whoever shall seize,

And such person or persons to justice surrender, Shall receive such REWARD-as his Highness shall please On conviction of him, the aforesaid offender.

"And, in order the matter more clearly to trace

To the bottom, his Highness, the Prince Bishop, further, Of his clemency, offers free PARDON and Grace

To all such as have not been concern'd in the murther.

"Done this day, at our palace,-July twenty-five,— By Command,

(Signed)

Johann Von Rüssell.

N.B.

Deceased rather in years—had a squint when alive;
And smells slightly of gin-linen mark'd with a G."

The Newspapers, too, made no little ado,

Though a different version each managed to dish up; Some said "the Prince Bishop had run a man through," Others said "an assassin had kill'd the Prince Bishop."

The "Ghent Herald" fell foul of the "Bruxelles Gazette," The "Bruxelles Gazette," with much sneering ironical, Scorn'd to remain in the "Ghent Herald's" debt,

And the "Amsterdam Times" quizzed the "Nuremberg Chronicle."

In one thing, indeed, all the journals agreed,

Spite of "politics," "bias," or "party collision ;" Viz: to " give," when they'd "further accounts" of the

deed,

"Full particulars" soon, in "a later Edition."

But now, while on all sides they rode and they ran,
Trying all sorts of means to discover the caitiffs,
Losing patience, the holy Gengulphus began

To think it high time to "astonish the natives."

First, a Rittmeister's Frau, who was weak in both eyes, And supposed the most short-sighted woman in Holland, Found greater relief, to her joy and surprize,

From one glimpse of his "squint" than from glasses by Dollond.

By the slightest approach to the tip of his Nose,
Meagrims, headach, and vapours were put to the rout;
And one single touch of his precious Great Toes
Was a certain specific for chilblains and gout.

Rheumatics, sciatica, tic-douloureux !

Apply to his shin-bones--not one of them lingers ; All bilious complaints in an instant withdrew,

If the patient was tickled with one of his fingers.

Much virtue was found to reside in his thumbs;

When applied to the chest, they cured scantness of breathing,

Sea-sickness, and colick; or, rubbed on the gums,

Were remarkably soothing to infants in teething.

Whoever saluted the nape of his neck,

Where the mark remained visible still of the knife, Notwithstanding east winds perspiration might check, Was safe from sore-throat for the rest of his life.

Thus, while each acute, and each chronic complaint,
Giving way, proved an influence clearly divine,

They perceived the dead Gentleman must be a Saint,
So they lock'd him up, body and bones, in a shrine.

Through country and town his new Saintship's renown,
As a first-rate physician, kept daily increasing,
Till, as Alderman Curtis told Alderman Brown,

It seemed as if "wonders had never done ceasing."

The Three Kings of Cologne began, it was known,
A sad falling off in their off'rings to find;
His feats were so many- still the greatest of any,

In every sense of the word, was—behind;

For the German Police were beginning to cease

From exertions which each day more fruitless appear'd, When Gengulphus himself, his fame still to increase, Unravell'd the whole by the help of his beard!

If you

look back you 'll see the aforesaid barbe gris, When divorced from the chin of its murder'd proprietor, Had been stuffed in the seat of a kind of settee,

Or double-arm'd chair, to keep the thing quieter.

It may seem rather strange, that it did not arrange
Itself in its place when the limbs join'd together;
P'rhaps it could not get out, for the cushion was stout,
And constructed of good, strong, maroon-colour'd
leather.

Or, what is more likely, Gengulphus might choose,
For Saints, e'en when dead, still retain their volition,

It should rest there, to aid some particular views
Produced by his very peculiar position.