The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1897-01-29

And, but thou yeelde him that fayre mayd.
Thy halls and towers must brenne.
"Thy head. Syr King must goe with NEE,
Or else thy daughter deere;
Or else within these lists soc broad,
Thou must finde him peere
The king he turned him round aboute,
And In his heart was woe;
us there never a knighte of my round table
This matter will undergo?
"Is there never knighte amongst zee all
Will fight for my daughter and me?
Whoever will fight yon grimme Sedan,
Right fair his meede shall bee.
"For hee shall have my broad laylands,
And Of my crowne be heyre;
And he shall WHINE faire Oh isabelle
To be his welded fere."
But every knighte of his round table
Did stand both still and pale;
For, whenever they lookt on the grim Sedan
1t made their hearts to quail.
All woe-begone was that fayre ladye,
When she save no helpe was nye;
She cast her thought on her Owne true-love,
And the teares gusht from her eye.
Up then sterte the stranger knighte.
Sayd, "Ladye, be not affrayd
lie fight for thee with this grmme Sedan.
Thoughe he be unmacklye made.
"And II thou wiltlend me the Eldridge sworde
That lyeth within thy bowre,
truste in Christie for to Stay this iende,
Though he be stiff In stOWrev
"Goe fetch him down the Eldridge sworde,"
The kinge he cryde, with speede:
Move heaven assist thee, courteous knighte,
My daughter is thy meede."
The gyaunt he stepped into the lists,
And sayd, "Awaye. awaye:
Isweare, as am the bend Sedan,
Thou lettest me here all daye."
Then forthe the stranger knight he came,
In his blacke armoure dight
The ladye sighed a gentle sighe
THAT this were my true knighte!"
And move the gyaunt and knighte be NETT
Within the lists so broad;
And row, with swordes soc sharpe of steele,
They gan to lay on load.
The Sedan strucke the knighte a stroke,
That made him reele asyde:
Then wOe-begone was that fayre ladye,
And thrice she deeply sighde.
The Sedan struck second stroke,
And made the bloude to flowe
All pale and wan was that ladye fayre,
And thrice she wept for woe.
The Sedan struck third fell stroke.
Which brought the knighte on his knee:
Sad sorrowe pierced that ladyes heart,
And she Shirt KIT bud striekings three.
The knighte he leapt upon his feete,
All recklesse of the pain;
Quoth hee: "But heaven be now my speede,
Or else 1 shall be slaine.'
Hegrasred his sworde with mayne and might,
And spying secrette part,
He drave 1t into the SOldan's syde,
And pierced him to the heart.
Then all the people gave shoute,
Whan they save the Sedan falle:
The ladye wept, and thanked Christ
That had reskewed her from thral.
And now the kinge. with all his barons,
Rose uppe from offe his seate,
And down he stepped into the listes
That curteOus knighte to greete.
But he, for payne and lacke of bloude,
Was fallen into swOunde,
And there, all walteringe in his gore,
Lay lifelesse on the grounde.
"Come downe, come downe, my daughter
deare,
Thou art leeche of skille;
Fare lever had lose halle my landes,
Than this good knighte sholde spile"
Downe then steppeth that fayre ladye,
To helpe him If she maye:
But when she did his beavere raise,
''Itis my life, my lord" she sayes,
And shriekte and swounde awaye.
Syr Cauine juste LITE up his eyes,
When he heard his ladye crye:
80 ladye. am thine own true love;
For thee wisht to dye"
Then giving her one partnge locke,
He closed his eyes in death
Ere Christabelle, that ladye milde,
Begane to drawe her breathe.
But when she found her comelye knighte
Indeed was dead and gone,
She layde her pale, cold cheeke to his,
And thus she made her moane:
80 stage my deare and onlye lord
For NEE, thy faithfulle feere;
IT'S meet that shod followe thee,
Who hast bought my love so deare.'
Then fayntinge in a deadlye swoune,
And with a deepfette sighe,
That burst her gentle heart in twayne,
Fare Christabelle did dye.