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Seeing he hath liberally paid,
In this time of necd, for their good aid.

The irons and chains as well as he
Were gone, but the rope was left on the tree.

In the Three Kings they bid him confide, A wonderful thing! for every one said
Who there in Cologne lie side by side ; He had hung till he was dead, dead, dead;
And from the Eleven Thousand Virginseke, And on the gallows was seen, from noon
Intercession for him will they bespeak. Till ten o'clock, in the light of the moon.
And also a sharer he shall be

Moreover the hangman was ready to swear,
In the merits of their community ;

He had done his part with all due care; All which they proinise, he need 'not fear, And that certainly better hanged than he Through Purgatory will carry him clear. No one ever was, or ever could be.


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Though the furnace of Babylon could not Neither kith nor kin to bear him away,

And funeral rites in secret pay,
With the terrible fire that rages there, Had he ; and none that pains would take,
Yet they their part will so zealously do, With risk of the law, for a stranger's sake.
That he shall but frizzle as he flies through.

So 't was thought, because he had died 80
And they will help him to die well,
And he shall be hang'd with book and bell; He was taken away by miracle.
And moreover with holy water they But would he again alive be found ?
Will sprinkle him, ere they turn away. Or had he been laid in holy ground?
For buried, Roprecht must not be ;

If in holy ground his relics were laid,
He is to be left on the triple tree;

Some marvellous sign would show, they
That they who pass along may spy
Where the famous Robber is hanging on If restored to life, a Friar he would be,

Or a holy Hermit certainly,

And die in the odor of sanctity.
Seen is that gibbet, far and wide,
From the Rhine and from the Dusseldorff That thus it would prove, they could not
side ;

And from all roads which cross the sand, Of a man whose end bad been so devout;
North, south, and west, in that level land. And to disputing then they fell

About who had wrought this miracle.
It will be a comfortable sight
To see him there by day and by night; Had the Three Kings this mercy shown,
For Roprecht the Robber many a year Who were the pride and honor of Cologne?
Had kept the country round in fear. Or was it an act of proper grace,

From the Army of Virgins of British race,
So the Friars assisted, by special grace,

Who were also the glory of that place ?
With book and bell to the fatal place;
And he was hang'd on the triple tree, Pardon, some said, they might presume,
With as much honor as man could be. Being a kingly act, from the Kings must

In his suit of irons he was hung,

But others maintained that St. Ursula's They sprinkled him then, and their psalm

they sung ;

Would sooner be moved to the merciful
And turning away when this duty was paid, part.
They said what a goodly end he had made!

There was one, who thought this aid di-
The crowd broke up and went their way;

All were gone by the close of day; Came from the other bank of the Rhine ;
And Roprecht the Robber was left there For Roprecht there too had for favor ap-
Hanging alone in the moonlight air.

Because his birth-place was on that side.
The last who look'd back for a parting sight,
Beheld him there in the clear moonlight: To Dusseldorffthen the praise might belong,
But the first who look'd when the inorning And its Army of Martyrs, ten thousand

Saw in dismay that Roprecht was gone! But he for a Dusseldorff man was known,

And no one would listen to him in Co

Where the people would have the whole

wonder their own.
The stir in Cologne is greater to day
Than all the bustle of yesterday ;

The Friars, who help'd him to die so well,
Hundreds and thousands went out to see; Put in their claim to the iniracle ;


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Greater things than this, as their Annals That this corpse was too strong to be concould tell,

fined: The stock of their merits for sinful men No weight of earth which they could lay Had done before, and would do again! Would hold bim down a single day,

If he chose to get up and ride away. ’T was a whole week's wonder in that great town,

There was no keeping Vampires under-
And in all places, up the river and down : ground;
But a greater wonder took place of it then, And bad as a Vampire he might be found,
For Roprecht was found on the gallows Pests against whom it was understood

Exorcism never had done any good.
But fire, they said, had been proved to be

The only infallible remedy:
With that the whole city flocked out to see; Which would put a stop to his riding by

So they were for burning the body outright, There Roprecht was on the triple tree,

night. Dead, past all doubt, as dead could be; But fresh he was as if spells had charm'd

wa Others were for searching the mystery out,

And setting a guard the gallows about, And neither wind nor weather had harm'd

Who should keep a careful watch and see him.

Whether Witch or Devil it might be, While the multitude stood in a muse,

That helped him down from the triple tree. One said, I am sure he was hang'd in shoes! For that there were Witches in the land, In this the hangman and all concurr'd; But now, behold, he was booted and spurr'd! And they must not let the occasion slip

Was what all by this might understand: Plainly therefore it was to be seen,

For detecting that cursed fellowship. That somewhere on horseback he had been; Some were for this, and some for that, And at this the people marvelled more :

And some they could not tell for what: Than at anything which had happened be. And ne

And never was such a commotion known fore.

In that great city of Cologne. For not in riding trim was he When he disappeared from the triple tree; And his suit of irons he still was in, With the collar that clipped him under the Pieter Snoye was a boor of good renown, chin.

Who dwelt about an hour and a half from

the town; With that this second thought befell, And he, while the people were all in debate, That perhaps he had not died so well; Went quietly in at the city gate. Nor had Saints perform'd the miracle : But rather there was cause to fear

For Father Kijf he sought about, That the foul Fiend had been busy here!

His confessor, till he found bim out;

But the Father Confessor wondered to see Roprecht the Robber had long been their The old man, and what his errand might be.

curse, And hanging had only made him worse;

The good priest did not wonder less For bad as he was when living, they said,

: Whey Pieter said he was come to confess; They had rather meet him alive than dead.

"Why, Pieter, how can this be so?

do I confess'd thee some ten days ago! What a horse must it be which he had rid- Thy conscience methinks may be well at No earthly beast could be so bestridden!

rest, And when by a hell-horse a dead rider was I would that all my flock, like thee,

An honest man among the best;

An carried, The whole land would be fearfully harried!

di Kept clear accounts with Heaven and me!" So some were for digging a pit in the place, Being sure of easy absolution,

Always before, without confusion, And burying him there with a stone on his Pieter his little slips had summ'd; face;

But he hesitated now, and he baw'd and And that hard on his body the earth should humm'd.

be press'd, And exorcists be sent for to lay him at And something so strange the Father saw, rest.

In Pieter's looks, and his hum and his baw,

That he began to doubt it was something But others, whose knowledge was greater, more opined

Than a trifle omitted in last week's score.

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At length it came out, that in the affair But the moaning was presently heard again,
Of Roprecht the Robber he had some share; And we knew it was nothing ghostly then;

The Confessor then gave a start in fear- “Lord belp us, father! Piet Pieterszoon
" God grant there have been no witchcraft said,

• Roprecht for certain is not dead !'

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Pieter Snoye, who was looking down, So under the gallows our cart we drive,
With something between a smile and a And, sure enough, the man was alive;

Because of the irons that he was in,
Felt that suspicion move his bile,

He was hanging, not by the neck, but the . And look'd up with more of a frown than a

chin.. smile.

The reason why things had got thus wrong, “ Fifty years I, Pieter Snoye,

Was, that the rope had been left too long;
Have lived in this country, man and boy, The hangman's fault,-a clumsy rogue,
And have always paid the Church her due, He is not fit to hang a dog!
And kept short scores with Heaven and

Now Roprecht, as long as the people were

The Devil himself, though Devil he be, Never stirr's hand or foot in the air ;
Would not dare impute that sin to me; But when at last he was left alone,
He might charge me as well with heresy : By that time so much of his strength was
And if he did, here, in this place,

I'd call him liar and spit in his face !" That he could do little more than groan.


The Father he saw cast a gracious eye Piet and I had been sitting it out
When he heard him thus the Devil defy; Till a lateish hour, at a christening bout;
The wrath, of which be bad eased his mind, And perbaps we were rash, as you may
Left a comfortable sort of warmth behind, think,

And a little soft or so, for drink.
Like what a cheerful cup will impart,
In a social hour, to an honest man's heart; Father Kijf, we could not bear
And he added, " for all the witchcraft here, To leave him banging in misery there;
I shall presently make that matter clear. And 't was an act of mercy, I cannot but say,

To get him down, and take him away.
Though I am, as you very well know, Fa-
ther Kijf,

And, as you know, all people said,
A peaceable man, and keep clear of strife, What a goodly end that day he had made,
Its a queerish business that now I've been So we thought for certain, Father Kijf,

That if he were saved he would mend his
But I can't say that it's much of a sin.


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However, it needs must be confess'd, My son, Piet Pieterszoon, and I,
And as it will set this people at rest, We took him down, seeing none was nigh;
To come with it at once was best :

And we took off his suit of irons with care,
Moreover, if I delayed, I thought

When we got him home, and we hid him That some might perhaps into trouble be

there. brought.

The secret, as you may guess, was known
Under the seal I tell it you,

To Alit, my wife, but to her alone;
And you will judge what is best to do, And never sick man, I dare aver,
That no hurt to me and my son may en. Was better tended than he was by her.

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No earthly barm have we intended ; Good advice, moreover, as good could be, And what was ill done, has been well He had from Alit, my wife, and me; mended.

And no one could promise fairer than he :

So that we and Piet Pieterszoon, our son, I and my son, Piet Pieterszoon,

Thought that we a very good deed had done. Were returning home by the light of the

You may well think we laughed in our From this good city of Cologne,

sleeve, On the night of the execution day,

At wbat the people seem'd then to believe;
And hard by the gibbet was our way. Queer enough it was to hear them say,

That the Three Kings took Roprecht away.
About midnight it was we were passing by,
My son, Piet Pieterszoon, and I,

Or that St. Ursula, who is in bliss,
When we heard a moaning as we came With her Army of Virgins had done this:

The Three Kings and St. Ursula tvo, Which made us quake at first for fear. I warrant, had something better to do.

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For I must tell you, Father Kijf,

Now Alit, my wife, did not sleep so hard, That when we told this to Alit, my wife, But she heard the horse's feet in the yard; She at the notion perk'd up with delight, And when she jogg'd me, and bade me And said she believed the people were right awake,

My mind misgave me as soon as she spake. Had not Roprecht put in the saints his hope?

To the window my good woman went, And who but they should have loosen'd And watch'd which way his course he the rope,

bent; When they saw that no one could intend And in such time as a pipe can be lit, To make at the gallows a better end? Our horses were ready with bridle and bit.

Yes, she said, it was perfectly clear Away, as fast as we could hie,
That there must have been a miracle here; We went, Piet Pieterszoon and I;
And we had the happiness to be in it, And still on the plain we had him in sight:
Having been brought there just at the mi- The moon did not shine for nothing that



And therefore it wonld become us to make Knowing the ground, and riding fast, An offering, for this favor's sake,

We came up with him at last; To the Three Kings and the Virgins too, And-would you believe it? Father Kijf, Since we could not tell to which it was The ungrateful wretch would have taken due.

my life,

If he had not miss'd his stroke, with a knife! For greater honor there could be none, Than what in this business the Saints had The struggle in no long time was done, done

Because, you know, we were two to one; To us and Piet Pieterszoon, our son. But yet all our strength we were fain to She talk'd me over, Father Kijf, With that tongue of her's, did Alit my wife. Piet Pieterszoon my son, and I.


Lord forgive us! as if the Saints would deign When we had got him on the ground,
To come and help such a rogue in grain! We fastened his hands, and his legs we
When the only mercy the case could admit

bound; Would have been to make his halter fit! And across the horse we laid him then,

And brought him back to the house again That would have made one hanging do, In happy season for him too,

"We have robb’d the gallows, and that When he was in a proper cue;

was ill done!' And have saved some work, as you will Said I to Piet Pieterszoon, my son ; see,

And restitution we must make To my son Piet Pieterszoon and me. To that same gallows, for justice sake!'

Well, Father, we kept him at bed and In his suit of irons the rogue we array'd, board,

And once again in the cart he was laid ; Till his neck was cured and his strength Night not yet so far was spent, restored ;

But there was time enough for our intent; And we should have sent him off this day, And back to the triple tree we went. With something to help him on his way.

His own rope was ready there; But this wicked Roprecht, what did he? To measure the length we took good care ; Though he had been saved thus mercifully; And the job which the bungling hangmani Hanging had done him so little good,

begun, That he took to his old ways as soon as he This time, I think, was properly done, could.

By me and Piet Pieterszoon, my son."

THE STUDY OF BOTANY RECOMMENDED TO THE FAIR SEX. We bappily live in a country where managed as to be inappropriate. From the influence of Christianity has ele- the daisy, the primrose, the cowslip, vated woman into the proper dignity and the bluebell of the fields or the of her sex; and, in an age too, when woods, to the hyacinth of the drawfemale education does not profess to ing-room-or that queen of flowers, end in making women either the the rose of the garden, nearly the enslaves or the playthings of men. How tire train of popular flowers have far, amidst the general recognition of been, in one way or other, appropriatthese higher and sounder principles of ed by the fair. And it is obvious, a rational education, the best means that there is a natural tendency, if I are adopted, or the best ends secured, may so speak, in the dispositions of the is no part of my present considera- sex, towards the cultivation of flowers, tion ;-it is enough here to observe, either in the garden or the house. and I have indulged in these remarks Botany, however, is not merely thus for the pleasure of observing, that the amiable in its natural aspect, but it education of women is professedly di- exhibits, in its scientific arrangements, rected with reference to securing the as well that sort, as that degree, of largest portion of rational acquire- intellectual and sensible combination, ments during the common probation of which appears at once calculated to a boarding school nonage. Music, stimulate and reward the researches dancing, drawing, geography, astrono- of the aspirant, without taxing too my, and languages, although the prin- heavily the mind, or fatiguing the atcipal accomplishments, do not consti- tention. I speak now in general tute the only branches of knowledge, terms, and of course with reference to in which almost every young lady is those of the “ softer sex,” who neiexpected to take a degree, who would ther feel the ambition, nor possess the aspire to graduate with credit through means, of becoming learned women, any respectable establishment in the in the stern sense of that loose phrase. kingdom.

Many persons, it may be remarked, Besides these standard items of fe- however, so love flowers, and even male learning, it is well known that devote themselves to floriculture, who several of the inore popular branches have no taste for botany. And it is of experimental philosophy, and natu- quite notorious, that the two pursuits ral history, are superadded; amung may exist perfectly independent of which are the sciences of chemistry, one another; indeed, it hardly need geology, entomology, and botany. It be asserted, that an ardent admiration is with the view of recommending the for the almost illimitable varieties of study of the last-mentioned of these, cultivated roses, for instance, is quite that I address these present remarks a different thing from the interest to my fair readers.

which may be felt in detecting and The first trait which presents itself, examining the chara tomentosa, in connexion with the science of bota- which is neither beautiful nor comny, as a recommendation to the sex, mon, but which presents the first, of appears to be this : that it is admira- the very few exemplars of monandria bly appropriate to the most interesting monogynia (the first class and order of characteristics of feminine study. the Linnæan classification) found in Between the loveliness, the delicacy, this country. It is not, therefore, to the sweetness, and the estimability of the mere flower-fancier, however enwoman, and the heauty, the fragrance, thusiastic, that the curious and elaboand the appreciation of flowers, poetry rate structures of the botanic system has long delighted to trace analogies, can present many attractions : but to which have but rarely been so mis- the ingenious female, whose mind is

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