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And look at all the delicate things, and cry,
“O Belly, Belly! .
But it shall not be so!..
“But,” quoth the Traveller,“wherefore did he leave
A flock that knew his saintly worth so well ?”
He heard unluckily of our intent
He was not covetous of fame below,
“ What might this honour be?” the Traveller cried;
“ Why, Sir,” the Host replied, “We thought perhaps that he might one day leave us;
And then should strangers have
The good man’s grave,
For he'll be made a Saint of to be sure. Therefore we thought it prudent to secure
His relics while we might; And so we meant to strangle him one night.” THE KING OF THE CROCODILES.
The people at Isna, in Upper Eygpt, have a superstition concerning Crocodiles similar to that entertained in the West Indies; they say there is a King of them who resides near Isna, and who has ears, but no tail ; and he possesses an uncommon regal quality, that of doing no harm. Some are bold enough to assert that they have seen him.
“ Now, Woman, why without your veil ?
“ Oh! I have lost my darling boy,
“Oh, I have lost my darling child,
“ He did not venture in to swim,
“ Now take me in your boat, I pray,
“ The King of the Crocodiles never does wrong,
“ And to the King I will complain,
The man replied, “ No, Woman, no,
“ Then lend me now your little boat,
The Woman she leapt into the boat,