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As I think I can prove, without further apology,
" ritter" as ever was seen.
He could not read nor write,
Quite a different way.
Had (lucky dog!) ne'er met his eyes.
And no doubt he was right in
Point of fact, for a knight in Those days was supposed to like nothing but fighting ; And one who had learned any language that is hard Would have stood a good chance of being burned for a
wizard. Education being then never pushed to the verge ye Now see it, was chiefly confined to the clergy.
'Twas a southerly wind and a cloudy sky,
O'er a cold haunch of venison,
Sir Eppo he rode through the good greenwood,
What is the sound that meets his ear?
As it sighs through the boughs of the dark pine trees? No, Sir Eppo, be sure 'tis not any of these :
And hark, again!
It comes more plain-
Like an arrow from the string,
Like a stone that leaves the sling, Like a railroad-train with a queen inside, With directors to poke and directors to guide, Like the rush upon deck when a vessel is sinking, Like (I vow I'm hard up for a simile) winking ! In less time than by name you Jack Robinson can call, Sir Eppo dashed forward o'er hedge, ditch, and hollow, In a steeple-chase style I'd be sorry to follow, And found a young lady chained up by the ankleYes, chained up in a cool and business-like way, As if she'd been only the little dog Tray, While, the more to secure any knight-errant's pity, She was really and truly excessively pretty.
Here was a terrible state of things!
'Twere long to tell
Each word that fell
Walked with the family jewels and plate,
Then by way of conclusion
Tied her up like a dog
pill” is), Had been dipped in the Styx, or some equally old
stream, And might now face unharmed a battalion of Cold
But she thought of a scheme
Which did certainly seem Very likely to pay—no mere vision or It appears that the giant each day took a nap For an hour (the wretch !) with his head in her lap : Oh, she hated it so! but then what could she do ? Here she paused, and Sir Eppo remarked, “ Very true;" And that during this time one might pinch, punch, or
shake him, Or do just what one pleased, but that nothing could
wake him, While each horse and each man in the emperor's pay Would not be sufficient to move him
away, Without magical aid, from the spot where he lay. In an old oak-chest, in an upstairs room Of poor papa's castle, was kept an heir-loom, An enchanted net, made of iron links, Which was brought from Palestine, she thinks, By her great grandpapa, who had been a Crusader ; If she had but got that, she was sure it would aid her.
Sir Eppo, kind man,
Approves of the plan;
Begs she won't fret if the time should seem long;
The sun went down,
The morning came,
The net he spread
O'er the giant's bed,
Hark to that sound !
The rocks around
While Irmengard cries,
As tears stream from her eyes,— A lady-like weakness we must not despise (And here, let me add, I have been much to blame, As I long ago ought to have mentioned her name) : “Here he comes! now do hide yourself, dear Eppo,
pray ; For my sake, I entreat you, keep out of his way.”
Scarce had the knight
Time to get out of sight Among some thick bushes, which covered him quite, Ere the giant appeared. Oh! he was such a fright! He was very square built, a good twelve feet in height, And his waistcoat (three yards round the waist) seemed
too tight; While, to add even yet to all this singularity, He had but one eye, and his whiskers were carroty.
What an anxious moment! Will he lie down?