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Behind and before and on either side,
And when he rang at the palace bell,
But soon the Bishop recover'd his glee,
And now the Bishop had blest the meat,
The Bishop then grew pale with affright,
But by little and little recovered he,
When he sat down to the royal fare
Then from amid the masquers' crowd
His cheek grows pale, and his eye-balls glare,.
The bony hand suspended his breath,
THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.
It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar’s work was done,
Was sitting in the sun,
She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet
In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head,
And with a natural sigh, “ 'Tis some poor fellow's scull,” said he, “ Who fell in the great victory.
“ I find them in the garden,
For there's many here about ; And often when I go to plough,
The ploughshare turns them out ! For many thousand men,” said he, “ Were slain in that great victory."
“ Now tell us what 'twas all about,”
Young Peterkin, he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up
With wonder-waiting eyes ; “ Now tell us all about the war, And what they kill'd each other for.” :