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THEJACKDAW OF RHEIMS.
He long lived the fride Of that country side,And at last in the odour of sanctity died.--P. 40.
THEJACKDAW OF RHEIMS.BYTHOMAS INGOLDSBY.WITH 'TWELVE ILLUSTRATIONS, PRINTED IN COLOURS.xonhonRICHARD BENTLEY,8, NEW BURLINGTON STREET.1870.
LONDON:R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS. .. .......... .Title.He long lived the pride Of that country side,And at last in the odour of sanctity died . ... Front.And, being thus coupled with full restitution, PAGEThe 7ackdaw got plenary absolution / . ... ... 6The 7ackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair ... ..... .9That little Jackdaw kept hopping about;Here and there Like a dog in a fair . .. 13A nice little boy held a golden ewer,Emboss'd and fill'd with water, as pureAs any that flows between Rheims and Namur .... .. 17The friars are kneeling, And hunting, and feelingThe carpet, the floor, and the walls, and the ceiling . 21In holy anger, and pious grief,He solemnly cursed that rascally thief! . .. . 25When the Sacristan saw, On crumpled claw,Come limping a poor little lame Jackdaw .. ... .. .29Where the first thing they saw, Midst the sticks and the straw,Was the RING, in the nest of that little 7ackdaw .. .33He hopp'd now about With a gait devout;At Matins, at Vespers, he never was out ..... ...... .37It's the custom, at Rome, new names to bestow,So they canonized him by the name of 7em Crow.' .. .. 41I'
And, being thus coupled with full restitution,The Jackdaw got plenary absolution !-P. 23.
"Tune miser Corvus adeo conscientiae stimulis compunctus fuit, et execratio cumtantopere excarneficavit, ut exinde tabescere inciperet, maciem contraheret, omnemcibum aversaretur, nec ampliis crocitaret: pennve praeterea ei defluebant, et alis pendulisomnes facetias intermisit, et tam macer apparuit ut omnes ejus miserescent." * *" Tune abbas sacerdotibus mandavit ut rursus furem absolverent; quo facto, Corvus,omnibus mirantibus, propediem convaluit, et pristinam sanitatem recuperavit."De Illust. Ord. Cisterc.
THEJACKDAW OF RHEIMS.HE Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop and abbot and prior were there;"Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,-
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[ II ]In sooth, a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In and outThrough the motley rout,That little Jackdaw kept hopping about
[ 12 ]Here and thereLike a dog in a fair,"Over comfits and cates,And dishes and plates,Cowl and cope, and rochet and pall,Mitre and crosier! he hopp'd upon all!With a saucy air,He perch'd on the chairWhere, in state, the great Lord Cardinal satIn the great Lord Cardinal's great red hat;I' il " -*. ***' i L
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[ '5 ]And he peer'd in the faceOf his Lordship's Grace,With a satisfied look, as if he would say," We Two are the greatest folks here to-day!"And the priests, with awe,As such freaks they saw,Said, " The Devil must be in that little Jackdaw!!"The feast was over, the board was clear'd,The flawns and the custards had all disappear'd,) ~ " ,'
1[ 6 ]And six little Singing-boys,-dear little soulsIn nice clean faces, and nice white stoles,Came, in order due, Two by twoMarching that grand refectory throughA nice little boy held a golden ewer,Emboss'd and fill'd with water, as pureAs any that flows between Rheims and Namur,Which a nice little boy stood ready to catchIn a fine golden hand-basin made to match.
A nice little boy held a golden ewer,Emboss'd and fll'd with water, as fureAs any that flows between Rheims and Namur.C
[ 19 ]Two nice little boys, rather more grown,Carried lavender-water, and eau-de-Cologne;And a nice little boy had a nice cake of soap,Worthy of washing the hands of the Pope.One little boy moreA napkin bore,Of the best white diaper, fringed with pink,And a Cardinal's Hat mark'd in "permanent ink."
[ 20 ]The great Lord Cardinal turns at the sightOf these nice little boys all dress'd in white:From his finger he drawsHis costly turquoise;And, not thinking at all about little Jackdaws,Deposits it straightBy the side of his plate,While the nice little boys on his Eminence wait;Till, when nobody's dreaming of any such thing,That little Jackdaw hops off with the ring!* *a
The friars are kneeling, And hunting, and feelingThe carpet, the floor, and the walls, and the ceiling.
[ 23 ]There's a cry and a shout,And a deuce of a rout,And nobody seems to know what they're about,But the monks have their pockets all turn'd inside out;The friars are kneeling,And hunting, and feelingThe carpet, the floor, and the walls, and the ceiling.The Cardinal drewOff each plum-colour'd shoe,And left his red stockings exposed to the view;/*
[ 24 ]He peeps, and he feelsIn the toes and the heels;They turn up the dishes,-they turn up the plates,-They take up the poker and poke out the grates,-They turn up the rugs,They examine the mugs:-But, no!-no such thing;-They can't find THE RING!And the Abbot declared that, "when nobody twigg'd it,Some rascal or other had popp'd in, and prigg'd it!"
In holy angier, and pious grief,He solemnly cursed that rascally thief !1)
L 27The Cardinal rose with a dignified look,He call'd for his candle, his bell, and his book!In holy anger, and pious grief,He solemnly cursed that rascally thief!He cursed him at board, he cursed him in bed;From the sole of his foot to the crown of his head;He cursed him in sleeping, that every nightHe should dream of the devil, and wake in a fright;He cursed him in eating, he cursed him in drinking,He cursed him in coughing, in sneezing, in winking;
[ 28 ]He cursed him in sitting, in standing, in lying;He cursed him in walking, in riding, in flying;He cursed him in living, he cursed him in dying!-Never was heard such a terrible curse !!But what gave rise"To no little surprise,Nobody seem'd one penny the worse!The day was gone,The night came on,
When the Sacristan saw, On criunled claw,Come limpfing a poor little lame Yackdaw
[ 31 .The Monks and the Friars they search'd till dawn;When the Sacristan saw,On crumpled claw,Come limping a poor little lame Jackdaw!No longer gay,As on yesterday;His feathers all seem'd to be turn'd the wrong way;-His pinions, droop'd-he could hardly stand,-His head was as bald as the palm of your hand;His eye so dim,I'
E 32 ]So wasted each limb,That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, " THAT'S HIMThat's the scamp that has done this scandalous thing!That's the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal's Ring !"The poor little Jackdaw,When the monks he saw,Feebly gave vent to the ghost of a caw;And turn'd his bald head, as much as to say," Pray, be so good as to walk this way !"
Where the first thing they saw, Midst the sticks and the straw,Was the RING, in the nest of that little Jackdaw!
[ 35 1Slower and slowerHe limp'd on before,Till they came to the back of the belfry-door,Where the first thing they saw,Midst the sticks and the straw,Was the RING, in the nest of that little JackdawThen the great Lord Cardinal call'd for his book,And off that terrible curse he took;
[ 36 ]The mute expressionServed in lieu of confession,And, being thus coupled with full restitution,The Jackdaw got plenary absolution!S -When those words were heard,The poor little birdWas so changed in a moment, 'twas really absurd.He grew sleek, and fat;In addition to that,A fresh crop of feathers came thick as a mat
He hofp'd now about With a gait devoit;At Matins, at Vespers, he never was out.
[ 39 ]His tail waggled moreEven than before;But no longer it wagg'd with an impudent air,No longer he perch'd on the Cardinal's chair.He hopp'd now aboutWith a gait devout;At Matins, at Vespers, he never was out;And, so far from any more pilfering deeds,He always seem'd telling the Confessor's beads.If any one lied,-or if any one swore,-
[ 40Or slumber'd in pray'r-time and happen'd to snore,That good JackdawWould give a great " Caw !"As much as to say, " Don't do so any more!"While many remark'd, as his manners they saw,That they " never had known such a pious Jackdaw !"He long lived the prideOf that country side,And at last in the odour of sanctity died;When, as words were too faint
It's tle custom, at Rome, new names to bestow,So they canonized him by the name of eml CrozwF
[ 43 1His merits to paint,The Conclave determined to make him a Saint;And on newly-made Saints and Popes, as you know,It's the custom,.at Rome, new names to bestow,So they canonized him by the name of Jem Crow!
LONDON:R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR, PRIN'ERS,BREAD STREET HILL.^.'
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