snapped up the morsel thrown towards him, but 

 none of the others moved a muscle. In this 

 manner they were fed at the discretion of their 

 master. Meanwhile the dog in disgrace ground 

 hard at the organ, sometimes in quick time, 

 sometimes in slow, but never leaving off for an 

 instant. When the knives and forks rattled very 

 much, or any of his fellows got an unusually large 

 piece of fat, he accompanied the music with a 

 short howl, but he immediately checked it on his 

 master looking round, and applied himself with 

 increased diligence to the Old Hundredth. 



Charles Dickens. 



Tray *c> ^> "Q> ^> ^> ^> 



SIXG me a hero ! Quench my thirst 

 Of Soul, ye bards ! 



Quoth Bard the first : 

 " Sir Olaf, the good knight, did don 

 His helm and eke his habergeon" . . . 

 Sir Olaf and his bard — ! 



" That sin-scathed brow" (quoth Bard the second), 

 " That eye wide ope as though Kate beckoned 

 My hero to some steep, beneath 

 Which precipice smiled tempting death . . . 

 You too without your host have reckoned ! " 



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