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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1873
IoNCFELLow,s LATEST POEM.

The Rbymo OF Sir Chrissopher
BY Il. W. LoNeFEItow
L was Sir Christopher Gardiner.
Knight Of the Holy Sepulcher,
From Merry England over the SEA.
! Who stepped upon this continent
| AS II his august presence lent
| A glory TO the colony.
| OF the little Boston OF Winthrop time
HIS rapier dangling at his feet,
/ DouDlel ana nose ana boots complete,
Prince iuDert's hat with ostrich plumc
| Gloves that eXhaled faint perfume
| luxuliant curls anu air sublime,
Ana superior manners now obsolete
He had way Of saying thlngs
Ihat made one think Of courts anu KING.
And lords and ladies OF high degree
50 that not having been 10 court
Seemed something very little short
OF treason or lcse-naJesty.
such an accomplished knight was hr.
HIS dwelling was Just beyond The town.
| Al what he called his cOtntry-seat
| For careless OF Fortunes smile or frown
A An W,ehary grown Of the world ana It's ways
! III Il private lie ana calm retreat.
But a double life was the life he led;
| And while processing To be In search
! Of goOdly course, and willing, he said.
Nay, anxious to Join the Puritan church.
| He made Of all this but small account;
And passed his idle hours instead
With registering Morton OF Merry Mount.
| That pettlfOggcr from Furnlyal'~ Inn.
| Lord OF mSrule ana riot ana sin,
Who looked on the wine when II was red
This country seat was little more
Than cabin OF logs but In front Of The door
\ modest flowcr-bcd thicklN sOwn
With sweet alyssum and coumbnc
Made those who saw II al once divine
The touch Of some other hand than his own.
And first. it was whispered, and then # wa.
known,
That he In secret was harDorlng there
4 little lady with golden hair,
Whom he called his cousin, but whom he had
wed
In the Italian manner, as men said;
And great was the scandal everywhere
But worse .hnn thl, was the vague surni,e-
Though none could vUuch for 1t or aver
That the Knight OF the Holy Sepulcher
Was only Paplst In disguise
And the more 10 embitter their bitter lives
And the more to trouble the public mind,
Came letters from England from two other
Whom he had carelessly left behind
Both OF them letters OF such kind
As made the governor hold his breath;
The one imploring him straight to send
The husband home, that he might amend:
The other asking his instant death,
As the only way to make an end.
The wary governor deemed It right,
when all this wickednesS revealed.
TO send his warrant signed and sealed.
And take the body of the knight.
! The marshal mounting his gallant steed
Rode forth from the town at the topof his spcei
And followed by all his baiffs bold,
As II on high achievement bent,
70 storm some castle or stronghold,
Challenge the warderS on the wall,
And seize In his ancestral han
A robber-baron grim and old.
But when through all the dust and heat
He came to Sir Chrlstopher's country-seat,
No knight he found, nor warder there
But the little lady with golden hair,
!
The sweet alysSum and columDlnc:
While gallant Sir Christopher, all 50 gay.
or his castle wall had tripped away,
And was keeping little holiday
| In the forests, that bounded his estate.
Then, as q trusty squire and true.
| The marshal searched the castle through
| Not credting what the lady said:
Searched from cellar to garnet In yan
And fndng no knight, came out again
! And arrested the golden danscl instead
| And bore her in triumph into the town,
| While from her ewes tie tears rolled down
| on the sweet alyssum and columbine
That she held IN her fingers white and tine
The governors heart was moved to see
! SO fair II creature caught within
! The snares OF Satan and OF sin,
! And read her little hOmlly
| On the folly and wlckedness OF the lives
| or women half cousins and half wives;
But. seeing that naught his words ayaied
He sent her away In q snip that sailed
| For Merry England over the sea,
To the other two wives in the old couniree
To search her further, since he had failed
To come To the heart oi the mystery.
| Meanwhile Sir Christopher wandered away
Through painless woods Tor month and day,
| shooting pigeons, and sleeping at night
With the noble savage, who took delight
| IN his feathered hat and his velvet vest,
| HIS gun, ana his raplcr and the rest.
! But as soon as the noble savage heard
That bounty was offered for this CAV bird
| He wanted to sldy him out OF hand,
! And bring In his beautiful scalp lor a show
/ Like the glossy head OF a Kite or crow,
| rntll he was made to understand
| They wanted the bird alive, not dead:
Then he followed him whthersocver lie fled
| Through forest and ield. and hunted him down
And brought him prisoner into the town
Alas II was Tie rienh sight,
To see this melancholy Knight
III such dismal and hapless case
His hat defOrmed by stain and dent.
HIS plumage broken, his doublet rent
His beard and now Ing locks iorlOrn,
Matted, dsheyeled, and uushorn,
His boots with dust aud mlre bespfeht.
But dlenllied In his disgrace.
Ana wearing an unblushlng face.
And thus before the magistrate
He stood TO hear the doom OF fate.
! In vain he strOVe with wouted ra-r
/ To modify and eNtenuate
HIS evil deeds In church and state,
For D1 gone 81, WAS nov his power Sa to please
| Than feathers tylng in the breeze.
With suavity equal 10 his own
| The governor lent patient ear
To the speech cyasiNe ana high-nown
! In when he endcaYOrel 0 make clear
! That colonial laws WEI TOO severe
! When applied 10 II gallant cavalier,
\ gentleman born, and 81 wen known,
And accustomed to meet In higher sphere.
All this the Puritan governor heard
And deigncd In answer never n word
But In summary manner shipped AVA,
| In a vessel that sailed from Salem RaN
! This splendid ana famous cavalier
With his Rupert hat ana his pOpcrN
To Merry England over The sea,
A. being unmeet To inhahlt here.
Thus endeth the Rhyme OF Sir hrStopher.
Knight OF the Holy Srpulcher,
The frst who furnished this barren land
with apples OF SodOm and robes OF sand.