awn them at thy Hebrew uncle's,
And I'll work the rest for thee."

Lightly leaped he on the shop-board,
Lightly crooked his manly limb,
Lightly drove the glancing needle
Through the growing doublet's rim
Gaberdines in countless number
Did the taylzeour knyghte repair,
And entirely on cucumber
And on cabbage lived he there.

Once his weary task beguiling
With a low and plaintive song,
That good knyghte o'er miles of broadcloth
Drove the hissing goose along;
From her lofty latticed window
Looked the taylzeour's daughter down,
And she instantly discovered
That her heart was not her own.

"Canst thou love me, gentle stranger?"
Picking at a pink she stood--
And the knyghte at once admitted
That he rather thought he could.
"He who weds me shall have riches,
Gold, and lands, and houses free."
"For a single pair of--_small-clothes_,
I would roam the world with thee!"

Then she flung him down the tickets
Well the knyghte their import knew--
"Take this gold, and win thy armour
From the unbelieving Jew.
Though in garments mean and lowly
Thou wouldst roam the world with me,
Only as a belted warrior,
Stranger, will I wed with thee!"

At the feast of good Saint Stitchem,
In the middle of the spring,
There was some superior jousting,
By the order of the King.
"Valiant knyghtes!" proclaimed the monarch,
"You will please to understand,
He who bears himself most bravely
Shall obtain my daughter's hand."

Well and bravely did they bear them,
Bravely battled, one and all;
But the bravest in the tourney
Was a warrior stout and tall.
None could tell his name or lineage,
None could meet him in the field,
And a goose regardant proper
Hissed along his azure shield.

"Warrior, thou hast won my daughter!"
But the champion bowed his knee,
"Royal blood may not be wasted
On a simple knyghte like me.
She I love is meek and lowly;
But her heart is kind and free;
Also, there is tin forthcoming,
Though she is of low degree."

Slowly rose that nameless warrior,
Slowly turned his steps aside,
Passed the lattice where the princess
Sate in beauty, sate in pride.
Passed the row of noble ladies,
Hied him to an humbler seat,
And in silence laid the chaplet
At the taylzeour's daughter's feet.

The Midnight Visit.

It was the Lord of Castlereagh, he sat within his room,
His arms were crossed upon his breast, his face was marked with gloom;
They said