At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day He bade them to his great Barn repair, And they should have food for the winter there. Rejoiced such tidings good to hear, The poor folk flock'd from far and near; Then when he saw it could hold no more, "I'faith 't is an excellent bonfire!" quoth he, So then to his palace returned he, And he slept that night like an innocent man; In the morning as he enter'd the hall As he look'd there came a man from his farm, He had a countenance white with alarm; 'My Lord, I open'd your granaries this morn, And the Rats had eaten all your corn." Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be, "I'll go to my tower on the Rhine,” replied he, "'Tis the safest place in Germany; The walls are high and the shores are steep, And the stream is strong and the water deep." Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten'd away, He laid him down and closed his eyes;.. He started and saw two eyes of flame On his pillow from whence the screaming came. He listen'd and look'd; . . . it was only the Cat; ... But the Bishop he grew more fearful for that, For she sat screaming, mad with fear At the Army of Rats that were drawing near. For they have swam over the river so deep, To do the work for which they were sent. They are not to be told by the dozen or score, Down on his knees the Bishop fell, And faster and faster his beads did he tell, As louder and louder drawing near The gnawing of their teeth he could hear. And in at the windows and in at the door, They have whetted their teeth against the stones, They gnaw'd the flesh from every limb, Westbury, 1799. THE PIOUS PAINTER. The legend of the Pious Painter is related in the Pia Hilaria of Gazæus; but the Pious Poet has omitted the second part of the story, though it rests upon quite as good authority as the first. It is to be found in the Fabliaux of Le Grand. THE FIRST PART. 1. THERE once was a painter in Catholic days, Still on his Madonnas the curious may gaze 2. They were Angels, compared to the Devils he drew, 3. And now had the artist a picture begun, 'T was over the Virgin's church-door; 4. The Old Dragon's imps as they fled through the air, At seeing it paused on the wing; For he had the likeness so just to a hair, That they came as Apollyon himself had been there, To pay their respects to their King. 5. Every child at beholding it trembled with dread, And scream'd as he turn'd away quick. Not an old woman saw it, but, raising her head, Dropt a bead, made a cross on her wrinkles, and said, Lord keep me from ugly Old Nick ! 6. What the Painter so earnestly thought on by day, |