"I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done, And left my Wife in the porch ;· But i' faith she had been wiser than me, For she took a bottle to Church." Westbury, 1798. BISHOP BRUNO. "Bruno, the Bishop of Herbipolitanum, sailing in the river of Danubius, with Henry the Third, then Emperor, being not far from a place which the Germanes call Ben Strudel, or the devouring gulfe, which is neere unto Grinon, a castle in Austria, a spirit was heard clamouring aloud, ‘Ho, ho, Bishop Bruno, whither art thou travelling? but dispose of thyselfe how thou pleasest, thou shalt be my prey and spoil.' At the hearing of these words they were all stupified, and the Bishop with the rest crost and blest themselves. The issue was, that within a short time after, the Bishop, feasting with the Emperor in a castle belonging to the Countesse of Esburch, a rafter fell from the roof of the chamber wherein they sate, and strooke him dead at the table." HEYWOOD's Hierarchie of the Blessed Angels. BISHOP BRUNO awoke in the dead midnight, Bishop Bruno smiled at his fears so vain, He rang at the palace gate once more, And Death was the Porter that open'd the door. 148 He started up at the fearful dream, And he heard at his window the screech-owl scream; Bishop Bruno slept no more that night, .. Oh! glad was he when he saw the day-light! Now he goes forth in proud array, Before and behind his soldiers ride, So he went on stately and proud, When he heard a voice that cried aloud, 66 Ho! ho! Bishop Bruno! you travel with glee, But I would have you know, you travel to me!" Behind and before and on either side, He look'd, but nobody he espied; And the Bishop at that grew cold with fear, And when he rang at the Palace bell, But soon the Bishop recover'd his glee, And now the Bishop had blest the meat, When a voice was heard as he sat in his seat,.. "With the Emperor now you are dining with glee, But know, Bishop Bruno! you sup with me!" The Bishop then grew pale with affright, All the wine and dainty cheer Could not comfort his heart that was sick with fear. But by little and little recovered he, When he sat down to the royal fare Then from amid the masquers' crowd "You have past the day, Bishop Bruno, in glee; His cheek grows pale, and his eye-balls glare, The bony hand suspended his breath, Westbury, 1798. |