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Scoffing at men and at God, is guilty of Christ's blessed body, And the Redeemer's blood To himself he eateth and drinketh Death and doom! And from this preserve us, thou heavenly Father' Are ye ready, ye children, to eat of the bread of Atonement 2" Thus with emotion he asked; and together answered the children, “Yes!” with deep sobs interrupted. Then read he the due supplications, Read the Form of Communion, and in chimed the organ and anthem: O Holy Lamb of God, who takest away our transgressions, Hear us! give us thy peace! have mercy, have mercy upon us! Th' old man, with trembling hand, and heavenly pearls on his eyelids, Filled now the chalice and paten, and dealt round the mystical symbols. O then seemed it to me as if God, with the broad eye of mid-day, Clearer looked in at the windows, and all the trees in the churchyard Bowed down their summits of green, and the grass on the graves 'gan to shiver. But in the children (I noted it well; I knew it) there ran a Tremor of holy rapture along through their icycold members. Decked like an altar before them, there stood the green earth, and above it Heaven opened itself, as of old before Stephen: there saw they Radiant in glory the Father, and on his right hand the Redeemer. Under them hear they the clang of harp-strings, and angels from § clouds

Beckon to them like brothers, and fan with their pinions of purple.

Closed was the Teacher's task; and with heaven in their hearts and their faces, Up rose the children all, and each bowed him, weeping full sorely, Downward to kiss that reverend hand, but all of them pressed he Moved to his bosom, and laid, with a prayer, his hands full of blessings, Now on the holy breast, and now on the innocent treSS08.

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KING CHRISTIAN stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke ;

His sword was hammering so fast,

Through Gothic helm and brain it passed;

Then sank each hostile hulk and mast
In mist and smoke.

“Fly!” shouted they; “fly, he who can

Who braves of Denmark's Christian
The Stork 2''

Nils Juelo gave heed to the tempest's roar,
Now is the hour !
He hoisted his blood-red flag once more,
And smote upon the foe full sore,
And shouted loud, through the tempest's roar,
“ Now is the hour !” -

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North sea! a glimpse of Wessel rent
Thy murky sky!

Then champions to thine arms were sent;

Terror and death glared where he went;

From the waves was heard a wail, that rei;t
Thy murky sky!

From Denmark, thunders Tordenskiol',

Let each to Heaven commend his soul,
And fly!

Path of the Dane to fame and might!
Dark-rolling wave

Receive thy friend, who, scorning flight,

Goes to meet danger with despite,

Proudly as thou the tempest's might,
Dark-rolling wavel

And amid pleasures and alarms,

And war and victory, be thine arms
My gravel


[The following strange and somewhat mystic ballad is from Nyerup and Rahbek's Danske Viser of the Middle Ages. It seems to refer to the first preaching of Christianity in the North, and to the institution of Knight-Errantry. The three maidens I suppose to be Faith, Hope, and Charity. The irregularities of the original have been carefully pre: served in the translation.]

SIR OLUF he rideth over the plain,
Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,

But never, ah never can meet with the man
A tilt with him dare ride. -

He saw under the hill-side
A Knight full well equipped;

His steed was black, his helm was barred ;
He was riding at full speed.

He wore upon his spurs
Twelve little golden birds;

Anon he spurred his steed with a clang,
And there sat all the birds and sang.

He wore upon his mail
Twelve little golden wheels;

Anon in eddies the wild wind blew,
And round and round the wheels they flew.

He wore before his breast
A lance that was poised in rest;

And it was sharper than diamond stone;
It made Sir Oluf's heart to groan.

He wore upon his helm
A wreath of ruddy gold;

And that gave him the Maidens Three,
The youngest was fair to behold.

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“I am not Christ the Great,

. . Thou shalt not yield thee yet; I am an Unknown Knight,

Three modest maidens have me bedight.”

“Art thou a Knight elected,
And have three maidens thee bedight;

So shalt thou ride a tilt this day,
For all the maidens’ honour !”

The first tilt they together rode,
They put their steeds to the test;


The second tilt they together rode,
They proved their manhood best.

The third tilt they together rode,
Neither of them would yield;

The fourth tilt they *:::::: rode,
They both fell on the field.

Now lie the lords upon the plain,
And their blood runs unto death ;

Now sit the maidens in the high tower,
The youngest sorrows till death.

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