"And what is Death? I've dared him oft before the Paynim1 spear: Think ye he's entered at my gate, has come to seek me here? I've met him, faced him, scorned him, when the fight was raging hot: I'll try his might, I'll brave his power, defy, and fear him not! "Ho! sound the tocsin from my tower, and fire the culverin ; Bid each retainer arm with speed; call 5 every vassal in! Up with my banner on the wall; the banquet board prepare; Throw wide the portal of my hall, and bring my armor there!" An hundred hands were busy then: the banquet forth was spread, And rang the heavy oaken floor with many a martial tread; 6 While from the rich dark tracery, along the vaulted wall, Lights gleamed on harness, plume, and spear, o'er the proud old Gothic hall. 1 Paynim = Pagan ; i.e., the Turks. 4 retainer, a follower of a liegelord; i.e., a lord to whom allegiance 2 tocsin, the alarm bell in feudal was due in feudal times. castles. 8 culverin, a long cannon mounted on the battlements of feudal castles. 5 vassal, retainer. • vaulted, arched. 7 harness, the defensive armor of a knight. Fast hurrying through the outer gate, the mailed retainers poured, On through the portal's frowning arch, and thronged around the board; While at its head, within his dark carved oaken chair of state, Armed cap-à-pie, stern Rudiger, with gilded falchion, sat. "Fill every beaker2 up, my men! pour forth the cheering wine! There's life and strength in every drop,- thanksgiving to the vine! Are ye all there, my vassals true?-mine eyes are waxing dim. Fill round, my tried and fearless ones, each goblet to the brim ! "Ye're there, but yet I see you not: forth draw each trusty sword, And let me hear your faithful steel clash once around my board! I hear it faintly louder yet! What clogs my heavy breath? Up, all, and shout for Rudiger, 'Defiance unto Death!"" Bowl rang to bowl, steel clanged to steel, and rose a deafening cry, That made the torches flare around, and shook the flags on high: 1 cap-à-pie, from head to foot. 2 beaker, wine-goblet. "Ho! cravens! Do ye fear him? Slaves! traitors! have ye flown? Ho! cowards! have ye left me to meet him here alone? But I defy him! let him come!" Down rang the massy cup, While from its sheath the ready blade came flashing halfway up; And, with the black and heavy plumes scarce trembling on his head, There in his dark carved oaken chair, old Rudiger sat - dead! A. G. GREENE. 122.-The Comet. The Comet! He is on his way, The specter of the skies. Ten million cubic miles of head, And what would happen to the land, If in the bearded devil's path Our earth should chance to be? Full hot and high the sea would boil, Full red the forests gleam: I saw a tutor take his tube,1 The Comet's course to spy: I saw a fort, the soldiers all Were armed with goggles green : I saw a poet dip a scroll Each moment in a tub; I read upon the warping back, He could not see his verses burn, And ever and anon he bent To wet them as they dried. I saw the scalding pitch roll down 1 tube, telescope. 2 magazine, powder room. I asked the firemen why they made I saw a roasting pullet sit I saw a cripple scorch his hand, I saw nine geese upon the wing I saw the ox that browsed the grass I saw huge fishes, boiled to rags, And thoughts of supper crossed my soul: Strange sights, strange sounds, O fearful dream! That wreathed each wooded hill. Spare, spare, O spare thine evening meal, HOLMES. |