M. Jubinal has published in his curious volume entitled "Jongleurs et Trouvères," a rather jocular poem on the bakers, written in French of, perhaps, the thirteenth century, in which their art is lauded as much better and more useful than that of the goldsmith's. The millers' depredations on the corn sent to be ground at the mill, are laid to the charge of the rats, which attack it by night, and the hens, which find their way to it by day; and he explains the diminution the bakings experienced in the hands of the baker as arising out of the charity of the latter towards the poor and needy, to whom they gave the meal and paste before it had even been put into the oven. The celebrated English poet, John Lydgate, in a short poem preserved in a manuscript in the Harleian Library in the British Museum (MS. Harl. No. 2,255, fol. 157, v^o), describes the pillory, which he calls their Bastile, as the proper heritage of the miller and the baker:-- _Put out his hed, lyst nat for to dare, But lyk a man upon that tour to abyde, For cast of eggys wil not oonys spare, Tyl he be quallyd body, bak, and syde. His heed endooryd, and of verray pryde Put out his armys, shewith abrood his face; The fenestrallys be made for hym so wyde, Claymyth to been a capteyn of that place._ _The bastyle longith of verray dewe ryght To fals bakerys, it is trewe herytage Severalle to them, this knoweth every wyght, Be kynde assygned for ther sittyng stage; Wheer they may freely shewe out ther visage, Whan they tak oonys their possessioun, Owthir in youthe or in myddyl age; Men doon hem wrong yif they take hym down._ _Let mellerys and bakerys gadre hem a gilde, And alle of assent make a fraternité, Undir the pillory a letil chapelle bylde, The place amorteyse, and purchase lyberté, For alle thos that of ther noumbre be; What evir it coost afftir that they wende, They may clayme, be just auctorité, Upon that bastile to make an ende._