VIII. "A quinsy choke thy cursed note!" Then waxed her anger stronger. "Go, take the goose, and wring her throat, I will not bear it longer." IX. Then yelped the cur, and yawled the cat; The goose flew this way and flew that, X. As head and heels upon the floor And it was windy weather: XI. his arm, He took the goose upon He uttered words of scorning; "So keep you cold, or keep you warm, It is a stormy morning." XII. The wild wind rang from park and plain, And round the attics rumbled, Till all the tables danced again, And half the chimneys tumbled. XIII. The glass blew in, the fire blew out, Her cap blew off, her gown blew up, And a whirlwind cleared the larder; XIV. And while on all sides breaking loose Her household fled the danger, Quoth she, "The Devil take the goose, And God forget the stranger!" THE EPIC. AT Francis Allen's on the Christmas-eve, The of forfeits done · game the girls all kissed Beneath the sacred bush and past away The parson Holmes, the poet Everard Hall, The host and I, sat round the wassail-bowl, Then half-way ebbed: and there we held a talk, How all the old honor had from Christmas gone, Or The parson taking wide and wider sweeps, Right through the world—" at home was little left, 66 Why yes," I said, "we knew your gift that way At college but another which you had, I mean of verse, (for so we held it then,) What came of that?" "You know," said Frank, "he hung His epic of King Arthur in the fire!" And then to me demanding why? "O, sir, He thought that nothing new was said, or else I hoard it as a sugar-plum for Holmes." “ But I,” He laughed, and I, though sleepy, like a horse MORTE D'ARTHUR. So all day long the noise of battle rolled Had fallen in Lyonness about their Lord, Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights, A broken chancel with a broken cross, |