X. Well, early in autumn, at first winter-warning, When the stag had to break with his foot, of a morning, A drinking-hole out of the fresh tender ice That covered the pond till the sun, in a trice, Loosening it, let out a ripple of gold, And another and another, and faster and faster, Always provided, old books showed the way of it! As on each case, exactly stated, -To encourage your dog, now, the properest chirrup, Or best prayer to St. Hubert on mounting your stirrup We of the household took thought and debated. His sire was wont to do forest-work in; Blesseder he who nobly sunk "ohs" And "ahs" while he tugged on his grandsire's trunk hose. What signified hats if they had no rims on, Each slouching before and behind like the scallop. Loaded with lacquer and looped with crimson? So that the deer now, to make a short rhyme on't, What with our venerers, prickers, and verderers, Might hope for real hunters at length, and not murderers; And oh, the duke's tailor-he had a hot time on't! XI. Now you must know, that when the first dizziness Had not the duchess some share in the business?" Did he establish all fit-or-unfitnesses. And, after much laying of heads together, Let her preside at the disemboweling." And if day by day, and week by week, And clipped her wings, and tied her beak, -I say, should you be such a curmudgeon, If she clung to the perch, as to take it in dudgeon? Just a day before, as he judged most dignified, Her eyes just lifted their long lashes, As if pressed by fatigue even he could not dissipate, And duly acknowledged the duke's forethought, But spoke of her health, if her health were worth aught, Of the weight by day and the watch by night, And much wrong now that used to be right, So, thanking him, declined the hunting- With all the ceremony settled With the towel ready, and the sewer Polishing up his oldest ewer, And the jennet pitched upon, a piebald, Black-barred, cream-coated, and pink eye-ball’d— No wonder if the duke was nettled! And when she persisted nevertheless—— Well, I suppose here's the time to confess And if she had the habit to peep through the casement, How could I keep at any vast distance? And then, with a smile that partook of the awful, To learn what was decorous and lawful; And the mother smelt blood with a cat-like instinct, As her cheek quick whitened thro' all its quince tinct. Oh, but the lady heard the whole truth at once! What meant she?-Who was she?-Her duty and station, The wisdom of age and the folly of youth, at onceIts decent regard and its fitting relation— In brief, my friend, set all the devils in hell free And turn them out to carouse in a belfry And treat the priests to a fifty-part canon, And then you may guess how that tongue of hers ran on! Well, somehow or other it ended at last ; XII. However, at sunrise our company mustered: And here was the huntsman bidding unkennel, And there 'neath his bonnet the pricker blustered, For the court-yard's four walls were filled with fog Like so much wool for colour and bulkiness. And out rode the duke in a perfect sulkiness, Since before breakfast, a man feels but queasily, Begins the day with indifferent omen : The sun ploughed the fog up and drove it asunder XIII. Now, in your land, gipsies reach you, only North they go, south they go, trooping or lonely, And still, as they travel far and wide, Catch they and keep now a trace here, a trace there, That puts you in mind of a place here, a place there : But with us, I believe they rise out of the ground, And nowhere else, I take it, are found With the earth-tint yet so freshly embrowned; The very fruit they are meant to feed on. For the earth-not a use to which they don't turn it : |