. St. Nicholas [serial] . replied King Canute, that my end is drawing near. Dont say so! exclaimed the courtiers (striving each to squeeze a tear). Sure your Grace is strong and lusty, and may live this fifty year. Live these fifty years ! the Bishop roared, with actions made to suit. Are you mad, my good Lord Keeper, thus to speak of King Canute !Men have lived a thousand years, and sure His Majesty will do t. Adam, Enoch, Lamech, Cainan, Mahaleel, Methusela Lived nine hundred years apiece, and may nt the king as well as they ?Fervently, exclaimed the Keeper,—fervently I trust he may. He to d
. St. Nicholas [serial] . replied King Canute, that my end is drawing near. Dont say so! exclaimed the courtiers (striving each to squeeze a tear). Sure your Grace is strong and lusty, and may live this fifty year. Live these fifty years ! the Bishop roared, with actions made to suit. Are you mad, my good Lord Keeper, thus to speak of King Canute !Men have lived a thousand years, and sure His Majesty will do t. Adam, Enoch, Lamech, Cainan, Mahaleel, Methusela Lived nine hundred years apiece, and may nt the king as well as they ?Fervently, exclaimed the Keeper,—fervently I trust he may. He to die? resumed the Bishop. He a mortal like to us?Death was not for him intended, though communis omnibus;Keeper, you are irreligious for to talk and cavil thus. With his wondrous skill in healing neer a doctor can compete,Loathsome lepers, if he touch them, start up clean upon their feet;Surely he could raise the dead up, did His Highness think it meet. * Meaning: Common to all. l88o. ] THE ST. NICHOLAS TREASURE-BOX. 145. BACKl he said, thou foaming brine Did not once the Jewish captain stay the sun upon the hill, And the while he slew the foemen, bid the silver moon stand still ? So, no doubt, could gracious Canute, if it were his sacred will. Might I stay the sun above us, good Sir Bishop ? Canute cried ; Could I bid the silver moon to pause upon her heavenly ride ?If the moon obeys my orders, sure I can command the tide ! Vol. VIII.—10. 146 NOT SO STUPID AS HE SEEMED. [December, Will the advancing waves obey me, Bishop, if I make the sign ?Said the Bishop, bowing lowly: Land and sea, my lord, are turned toward the ocean : Back ! he said, thou foaming brine. From the sacred shore I stand on, I command thee to retreat;Venture not, thou stormy rebel, to approach thy masters seat;Ocean, be thou still ! I bid thee come not nearer to my feet! But the sullen ocean answered with a louder, deeper roar, And the rapid waves drew nearer, falling sounding on the shore ; Ha
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