TRAY°

TRAY°

Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst Of soul, ye bards! Quoth Bard the first: °3"Sir Olaf,° the good knight, did don His helm, and eke his habergeon ..." Sir Olaf and his bard——! °6"That sin-scathed brow"° (quoth Bard the second), "That eye wide ope as tho' Fate beckoned My hero to some steep, beneath Which precipice smiled tempting Death ..." 10You too without your host have reckoned! "A beggar-child" (let's hear this third!) "Sat on a quay's edge: like a bird Sang to herself at careless play, And fell into the stream. 'Dismay! Help, you the standers-by!' None stirred. "Bystanders reason, think of wives[page 16] And children ere they risk their lives. Over the balustrade has bounced A mere instinctive dog, and pounced 20Plumb on the prize. 'How well he dives! "'Up he comes with the child, see, tight In mouth, alive too, clutched from quite A depth of ten feet—twelve, I bet! Good dog! What, off again? There's yet Another child to save? All right! "'How strange we saw no other fall! It's instinct in the animal. Good dog! But he's a long while under: If he got drowned I should not wonder— 30Strong current, that against the wall! "'Here lie comes, holds in mouth this time —What may the thing be? Well, that's prime! Now, did you ever? Reason reigns In man alone, since all Tray's pains Have fished—the child's doll from the slime!' "And so, amid the laughter gay, Trotted my hero off,—old Tray,— Till somebody, prerogatived With reason, reasoned: 'Why he dived,[page 17] 40His brain would show us, I should say. "'John, go and catch—or, if needs be, Purchase that animal for me! By vivisection, at expense Of half-an-hour and eighteen pence, How brain secretes dog's soul, we'll see!'"