And clipt of his wings in Paris square, Or kick with his feet, now his legs are They bring him now to be burned

Good Felix trembled, he could no less: John, snickering, crooked his wicked thumb.

CHORUS.

so to speak, a crumb, at least, from her con spicuous table here in Rome, should be, though but once yearly, cast to the famishing dogs, under-trampled and bespitten-upon beneath the feet of the guests. And a moving sight in truth, this, of so many of the

What cometh to John of the wicked besotted blind restif and ready-to-perish He.

CHORUS.

brews! now maternally brought-nay (for He saith, Compel them to come in '), haled, as it were, by the head and hair, and against their obstinate hearts, to partake of the heavenly grace. What awakening, what striving with tears, what working of a yeasty conscience! Nor was my lord wanting to himself on so apt an occasion; witness the

abundance of conversions which did inconti. nently reward him: though not to my lord be altogether the glory."-Diary by the Bishop's Secretary, 1600.]

What the Jews really said, on thus being driven to church, was rather to this effect:

I.

FEE, faw, fum! bubble and squeak! What maketh heaven, That maketh Blessedest Thursday's the fat of the

hell.

week. Rumble and tumble, sleek and rough, Stinking and savory, smug and gruff, Take the church-road, for the bell's due chime

Gives us the summons 'tis sermon

time!

II.

IV.

["Now was come about Holy Cross Day, and now must my lord preach his first sermon to the Jews: as it was of old cared for in the merciful bowels of the Church, that, I liken his Grace to an acorned hog.

Bow, wow, wow- a bone for the dog!