Mirth and metre . in the river, he swears;And going up found Eupert, all haggard and wan,Who stated that Blutwurst had started for Bonn,And requested that thither his bag be sent on. This story gained ground, Till the body was foundA great distance off—in fact, down at Dusseldorf,Whence the horrified finder all hurriedly bustled offTo tell Blutwursts parents the terrible coroners inquest was held on the body,Where, after much talking and more Hollands toddy,Much anger, much squabbling, and dreadful abuse,They found that, returning home, muddled with wine,The deceased had been murdered a
Mirth and metre . in the river, he swears;And going up found Eupert, all haggard and wan,Who stated that Blutwurst had started for Bonn,And requested that thither his bag be sent on. This story gained ground, Till the body was foundA great distance off—in fact, down at Dusseldorf,Whence the horrified finder all hurriedly bustled offTo tell Blutwursts parents the terrible coroners inquest was held on the body,Where, after much talking and more Hollands toddy,Much anger, much squabbling, and dreadful abuse,They found that, returning home, muddled with wine,The deceased had been murdered and flung in the Ehine,By some persons unknown, with malicious design 1To Eupert no blame eer attached in the matter;Poor Blutwurst was called mad, as mad as a hatter, For drinking so much as to fall from his now, if you please, well return to the castle,Where I think we shall find that, fatigued by the wassail,With two small exceptions, each master and vassalMay safely be reckoned as fast as a ?TR RUPERT THE RED.—p. 79. SIR RUPERT THE RED. 79 Fair Margaret sits at her toilette-glass, And rests her head on her snow-white hand;Through her throbbing brain what visions pass,As over her shoulders there falls a mass Of curls, neer touched by the crimping brand ;She thinks of Sir Buperts attentions that night,And of them, too, she thinks less with pleasure than fright; For his great leering eyes Seem before her to rise,And she looks oer her shoulder, and shivers and sighs,For the room is so large, and the pictures so grim,And the wind howls so loud, and her light burns so dim,And she sees in the mirror, not herself, but him. Yes! he kneels at her side; Says he wont be denied;And calls her - his dear little duck of a bride!His uttrance is thick, his cravat is untied,And his face is as red as a new Murrays Guide;His gait is unsteady, his manner so rude,Its plain to perceive that Sir Eupert is he touches his heart, and he turns up his eyes,And by langua
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