The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-11-01
HUGO THE BASTARD.
BY ROBERT BUCHANAN.

I.
I picked this quarrel D'Avanne with thee,
And thank thee for giving that death-thrust
sure.
-Aittle, swear, did it matter'to me
Whether Blanche thy mistress was stained or
All that sought, when picked this fight
Was a knightly death by the hand oil knight.
Hold thy keIchief, De Loye, to my breast,
And stanch the red gap as well as you can
Ugh! Jesu be praised, shall soon be at rest
A priest-no, by heaven your hand, D'Avanne
Weire friends trust you forgive the le2
1niure you, slander you, faith, not /!
THY Blanche is as pure as my sin is small;
j questioned her purty-only to die.
Aud pve. proved she is pure with my blood,
Ab friend, all sander is most accurst,
But the slander of ones own eyes is the worst.
Doubt not, doubt not, doubt not, DAyanne
BY thy faith in thy mistress ever trust,
SO walk erect the full height Of a man,
When am dust.
de Loye, you knew her? my wife that is dead?
may, man, never tremble and hang your head
I know what I'm talking about, and moreover
The scandalm ongers of dull Navarro
Have cropped the whole tale up, spawn that
they are,
Chew'd, the cud, too, as cattle eat succulent
Let them who hinders not l, / swear,
Il L who am going TO join her up there
Hush-,lift me, De Love, prop my head on your
\ Your hands, but come closer-and listen to me-
What was but sin in the night
I Sprung up at last TO a human height,
\ Hugo the Bastard, sans name, sans treasure,
The mortal scum OF monarch's pleasure?
But strobe to the Court with my sword on
Rugged of feature, but scant OF coin,
bill over his golden beard smiled Francis,
And gave me some little fighting to do;
So rose in the world bV the mereSt chances,
AndSTose in my own opinion too.
But look at this head, like the head of an elf;
This beak of nose, these eyeballs yellow;
I've looked in the mirror and hated myself
was ever the same ill-iavored fellow
Base born, moreover, of no degree
God bless her. therefore, for smiling on me.
How they stared Just as yOu De Leye, stare
now
Even King Francis made grimacer
None of the gad-fies could understand how
A lady so perfect of form and face
Should place her white little dove of hand
In the great black palm OF Msieu Hugo
She did it, though and they tied the band
Snug enough in town where few CO.
From Paris we came to Navarro, and bade
Francis adieu, and his gorgeous train
How firm felt on my legs how glad!
The bright blood sparkled through every vein
With the beaded brilliance of bright champaene
was rich, pretty rich, as you guess, by this
/ was never a man to waste money OF miss time.
And here in Navarro, at Castle Blois-
A place to be proud OF, though small, we led
Such q life a summer dream of joyl
Till she lay in the darkness, and bare me my boy
Who caught but glimpse of her beauty, and
fed
Fled? Nay, I avow, De Loye, my friend.
His soul dwelt like light on her face till tho
Just then came a line from the King: must
iain
Ride over the mountains and 6ght in Spain
i have never forgot how she looked that night
When / showed her his Majesty's mandate to
leave
While she rose on her pillow, and strained me
While her Wild black hair in the din lamp blight
\ Sparked dark on bosom too stony to grieye.
X But sbe wept not but gazed in pale alright
y With her great dark eyes. Ay, D'AVanno was
Women are nobler than men believe.
V.
Of rode! Shall own it, not so unwilling
To return to the business OF wounding and
Il killing?
Il was happy, most happy, though pleasure
seemed tame,
had feared any change, yet was pleased when
Ah we men! we male weathercocks what
THAT women should love us so utterly?
Of rode, sword on hip; and was soon fal
Tickling the Spaniards' yellow gizzards,
4 Fighting, tramplng. meath sun and star, away,
Till these cheeks of NINE were as brown as
lizards.
4 Not a scratch got ! The sharp steel shaved mt
N Closely as raZors, aud Kissed as 1t fell
Il What might have happened cannot tell
But on two occasions angels saved me-
VI.
ANGLES! All, forgot: boy
4 How bleed l-press the kerchief closer d.