Says the Count with a smile, half-asleep;--
Been bidden?Ah love, that thou art immortal I see!Nor knavish cunning nor treachery
With the veil that o'er her had been spread,With the carpet, shield his love from harm;
Raven hair around his smooth brow strays,
And her my sole mistress I call.
Oh, how much I envy thee!Thou to him canst tidings bring
"Bravo!" added in turn the druggist, with eagerness speaking"Had I but money to spare in my pocket, you surely should have it,Silver and gold alike; for your followers certainly need it.Yet I'll not leave you without a present, if only to show youMy good will, and I hope you will take the will for the action."Thus he spoke, and pull'd out by the strings the leather embroider'dPouch, in which he was wont his stock of tobacco to carry,Daintily open'd and shared its contents--some two or three pipes' full."Small in truth is the gift," he added. The magistrate answered:"Good tobacco is always a welcome present to trav'llers."Then the druggist began his canister to praise very highly.But the pastor drew him away, and the magistrate left them."Come, let us hasten!" exclaimed the sensible man, "for our young friendAnxiously waits; without further delay let him hear the good tidings."
Crashing on him falls my hatchet.