St Nicholas [serial] . THE FOLK LOOKED LOW, THE FOLK LOOKED HIGH,THE CLERK WITH A SPY-GLASS SEARCHED THE SKY. A year passed by, and the Mayor once more to the village came;The robes he had donned in its honor were a gold and scarlet flame. At the head of the long processionHe strode with a stately grace, Till at the market cross he metWith a magpie, face to THE SQUIRE WITH HIS HOUNDS GALLOPED OVER THE ROCKS. Shoo! said the haughty ! said the bird, with a wink,And down at the feet of His Honor,Ere he could even blink, 124 THE LEGEND OF PIDDINGHOE

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