Life, 1888-12-27 · page 38 of 43
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* LIFE YE KNYGHTE-MARE. A POST-MORT-D'ARTHURIAN LEGEND. We log burns low, pe feaste is donne, Twelve knyghtes of ye Table Rounde Slyde down fromme ye benches, one by one, And snore upon ye ground. Ve log to a dimme blue flame bas died, When ye doore of ye banquet halle Ts opened wide, and in there glyde Twelve spectral Hagges ande Talle. Ve log burns dimme, and cke more dimme, Loud groans each knyghtlic gueste, As ye ghoste of his grandmother, gaunt and grimme, Sits on each knyghte hys cheste. We log in pieces twaine dotb falle, Ve daye beginnes to breake, Twelve ghostlie grandmothers glyde from ye halle, And ye twelve goode knyghtes awake. Ande ever whenne Mynce Pye was placed Atte ye table frome thatte daye, Ye Twelve knyghtes crossed themselves in hayste Ande looked ye other waye. O. Herford. TBEG YOUR PARDON® CHRISTMAS IN THE PANTRY Some Results from our Instantaneous Camera. THE RETORT COURTEOUS. comicbooks.com