The Saint disappear'd as she ended, and so Did the little boys' heads, which, above and below, Had been flying about her, and jumping Jem Crow; With his men on the mount, Just like "twenty-four jackasses all on a row." The lord of Alsace therefore alter'd his plan, It will not do to lie under any Saint's ban, For your hide, when you do, they all manage to tan; He went down on his knees, And said, "Blessed St. Ermengarde just as you pleaseThey shall build a new convent,-I'll pay the whole bill, (Taking discount,)-its Abbess shall be my Odille !" There are some of my readers, I'll venture to say, Now if ever you happen to travel that way I do beg and pray, 'twill your pains well repay, That you'll take what the Cockney folks call a 'po-shay,' (Though in Germany these things are more like a dray); You may reach this same hill with a single relay,— And do look how the rock, Through the whole of its block, Is split open as though by some violent shock From an earthquake, or lightning, or horrid hard knock Its two monstrous great ears, For when once you're between them such each side ap pears; And list to the sound of the water one hears Drip, drip from the fissures, like rain-drops or tears: MORAL. Now then for a moral, which always arrives At the end, like the honey bees take to their hives, (Aside.) That is if one has not a 66 good bunch of fives:”(I can't think how that last line escaped from my quill, For I am sure it has nothing to do with Odille.) Now young ladies to you! Don't put on the shrew ! And don't be surprised if your father looks blue Nycolas, cytezyn of ye cyte * of Pancraes, was borne of ryche and holye kynne. And hys fader was named Epiphanus, and his moder Johane." He was born on a cold frosty morning, on the 6th of December, (upon which day his feast is still observed,) but in what anno Domini is not so clear; his baptismal register, together with that of his friend and colleague, St. Thomas at Hill, having been "lost in the great fire of London." St. Nicholas was a great patron of Mariners and— saving your presence - of Thieves also, which honourable fraternity have long rejoiced in the appellation of his "Clerks." Cervantes's story of Sancho's detecting a sum of money in a swindler's walking-stick, is merely the Spanish version of a "Lay of St. Nicholas," extant "in choice Italian " a century before honest Miguel was born. * Parish? 66 261 A LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS. "Statim sacerdoti apparuit diabolus in specie puellæ pulchritudinis miræ, et ecce Divus, fide catholicâ et cruce et aquâ benedictâ armatus, venit, et aspersit aquam in nomine Sanctæ et Individuæ Trinitatis, quam, quasi ardentem, diabolus, nequaquam sustinere valens, mugitibus fugit." ROGER HOVEDEN. ORD ABBOT! Lord Abbot! I'd fain confess; I am a-weary, and worn with woe; Many a grief doth my heart oppress, And haunt me whithersoever I go!" On bended knee spake the beautiful Maid; "Now lithe and listen, Lord Abbot, to me! "There is Mess Michael, and holy Mess John, And hard by doth dwell, in St. Catherine's cell, 66 Oh, I will have none of Ambrose or John, Now listen, Lord Abbot, I speak to thee. |