. The Ingoldsby legends : or, Mirth and marvels. ezing, in winking;He cursed him in sitting, in standing, in lying;He cursed him in walking, in riding, in cursed him in living, he cursed him in dying !— Never was heard such a terrible curse! But what gave rise To no little surprise, Nobody seemed one penny the worse .! The day was gone, The night came Monks and the Friars they searched till dawn; When the Sacristan saw, On crumpled limping a poor little lame Jackdaw; No longer gay. As on yesterday;His feathers all seemed to be turned the wrong way ;—His pinions droop
. The Ingoldsby legends : or, Mirth and marvels. ezing, in winking;He cursed him in sitting, in standing, in lying;He cursed him in walking, in riding, in cursed him in living, he cursed him in dying !— Never was heard such a terrible curse! But what gave rise To no little surprise, Nobody seemed one penny the worse .! The day was gone, The night came Monks and the Friars they searched till dawn; When the Sacristan saw, On crumpled limping a poor little lame Jackdaw; No longer gay. As on yesterday;His feathers all seemed to be turned the wrong way ;—His pinions drooped—he could hardly stand,—His head was as bald as the palm of your hand; His eye so dim. So wasted each limb,That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, Thats him !—Thats the scamp that has done this scandalous thing!Thats the thief that has got my Lord Cardinals Ring! The poor little Jackdaw, When the monks he saw,Feebly gave vent to the ghost of a caw;And turned his bald head, as much as to say, Pray, be so good as to walk this way 1. TEE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS. 167 Slower and slower He limped on before,Till they came to the back of the belfry door, Where the first thing they saw, Midst the sticks andthe straw,Was the king in the nest of that little Jackdaw! Then the great Lord Cardinal called for his book,And off that terrible curse he took; The mute expression Served in lieu of confession,And, being thus coupled with full Jackdaw got plenary absolution! —When those words were heard, That poor little birdWas so changed in a moment, twas really absurd;He grew sleek and fat; In addition to that,A fresh crop of feathers came thick as a mat! His tail waggled more Even than before;But no longer it wagged with an impudent air,No longer he perched on the Cardinals chair. He hopped now about With a gait devout;At Matins, at Vespers, he never was out;And, so far from any more pilfering always seemed telling the Confessors any one lied,—or if
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