The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-12-21

II was once on a time, as the story-Oook say,
There lived in the Sch garzwald Baron so gay,
So iovial and hearty, 80 fond OF good cheer,
And be passed all his days there in hunting the
depr
His evenings he spent at his Schloss, where, I'm
thinking,
But little went on besides eating and drinking;
And old chroniciers tell us-and they ought to
know
That the ''carryings-on" there were not comme
afom
1t was long long ago at a most remote date
When the matter occurred which I have to
relate;
1t was long before days Of madness and worry
Engendered by railways with Bradshaw and
Murray;
Long before there were tables at which you
might bet,
Or could lose half a fortune each day at rou-
ettc:-
Or they made cuckoo-cocks and those horrid
cigars,
Or the "Fuh1cr" was written by DR.. Carl
Schnars;
In short, long before we arrived at that line
meant
BY moderns whenever they talk of refinement.
The depths of the forest were marshy and
sodden,
The trees were unbewn, and the grass was
untrodden;
There was scarcely hut or a human abode,
There was hardly pathway, and much less
road
Whilst the glades were 50 haunted with spirits
of evil,
Or good little fairies who played such yaga-
ries-
With sprttes ever tricksy, and brownie and
pixie
Who could noti be quiet, but made such a
riot
That the forest itself was forest primeval!
There the Baron resided said this before
And perhaps the depression you'll reckon
boIN
(But must introduce this little variety
To show his high status in foreign society.
Now he owned all the land there-a very good
reason
And lived in a castle ancient and bold,
With cellar beneath constructed to hold
Large yats filled with wine of number untold,
Which served very well to keep out the cold,
When his guests came to see him and hunt all
the season.
Twas hunting one day, that the Baron so gay,
Each began to feel dry, and anxious to try,
Any hquo to set him to rights.
The Baron spoke up, as ne drained off a cup,
And scowled at his friends, and he curst-
'Ill give yellow gold, or q butt OF wine old
To him who will quench me this thirst!"
They gave HING cold water-he roared like a
lion
1t fixed off his tongua as it would a hot iron;
Ilad tha Nyiy,a Ia6 irbo md
higher,
But poor Baron Fritz became dryer and dryer,
Till Just as he thought he was going to expire,
There arose from the grass most comely young
lass,
Whose beauty and brightness none eer could
surpass.
As sweetest music her approach then heraded,
She looked like picture Mr.. Fitzgerald did,
With her long fair hair all ripping down.
Soft gauzy wings and iewelled crown;
With eyes 50 blue and so wOndrous bright,
They made Fritz wink with their brilliant
light!
(The Baron tried hard then his fears to whistle
down,
As light she swung on the finest of Hustle
DOWN.
'Tm good Fairy Ripple" she sang with laugh
"And bring you my pitcher and ask you to
ouaff;
1t will mosten your throat and will brighten
your eye;
As long as you have it youll never feel dry.
Drink, but not deeply, or some day you ag5l rue
ReceiUing The pitcher 7 gioe INTO you ~
Then most sweetly she smiled and, ceasing to
sing,
Soon flew out Of sight on a dragon ly's wing.
Then Fritz quickly started, and gave a great
yawn,
And looked round for his friends, but found
they were gone;
Then thought he'd been dreaming, but as he
~ jumped up,
Saw sparkling beside him the goldjewelled cup.
4, He seized it at once, and he took good draught
He sprang, and he danced, as he shouted and
laughed.
Twas better than iced seitzer water and hook,
And cooler than licking Wenham Lake block
Twas finer than Clicquot, or soda and B.,
It strung the nerves better than strongest of tea
Baron Fritz, after. drinking, hung the cup by
chain
Round his neck, in case e'er he should want
again.
And he very soon did so, for homewards h
rolled
With his lips always touching that pitcher o
gold.
Said he, ''Ill amuse my guests over their tippl
With the wondrous tale of the good Fair
Ripple"
(He found all the time to himself he'd bee