So then to his palace returned he, And he slept that night like an innocent man, In the morning as he entered the hall For the Rats had eaten it out of the frame. As he look'd there came a man from his farm, Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be, I'll go to my tower in the Rhine, replied he, "Tis the safest place in Germany, The walls are high and the shores are steep Bishop Hatto fearfully hastened away And he crost the Rhine without delay, And reach'd his Tower in the Island and barr'd All the gates secure and hard. He laid him down and closed his eyes;.. He started, and saw two eyes of flame On his pillow, from whence the screaming came. He listen'd and look'd ; . . . it was only the Cat, For they have swum over the river so deep, Down on his knees the Bishop fell, The saw of their teeth without he could hear. And in at the windows and in at the door, They have whetted their teeth against the stones, For they were sent to do judgment on him! The PIOUS PAINTER. The story of the Pious Painter is related in the Pia Hilarias of Gazaus, but the Catholic Poet has omitted the conclusion. This is to be found in the Fabliaux of Le Grand. THE FIRST PART. There once was a Painter in Catholic days, Still on his Madonnas the curious may gaze They were Angels, compared to the Devils he drew, Such burning hot eyes, such a damnable hue! And now had the Artist a picture begun, The Old Dragon's imps as they fled thro' the air For he had the likeness so just to a hair, That they came as Apollyon himself had been there, To pay their respects to their King. Every child at beholding it shivered with dread Not an old woman saw it, but raising her head, What the Painter so earnestly thought on by day, He sometimes would dream of by night; But once he was startled as sleeping he lay; "Twas no fancy, no dream, he could plainly survey That the Devil himself was in sight. |