Surprised him in the act to fly With Scratchclaw's body, which you see Kill'd by his murd'rous tooth--ah me! 'Tis here as witness of my woe-- Oh that my hardhap to your heart may go!' Enraged, the King: 'Sir Badger, ho! The monk your uncle (troth!) doth know To keep his fast,--the holy man!-- Match me the like of this who can? What need of further question here? Draw nigh and listen, Chanticleer! Ourself your daughter dead will see Entomb'd with all solemnity Of dirge and mass, in her last slumber, And vigils also without number. This done, from these our lieges true We'll crave their help and counsel too, Touching the murder and the vengeance due.' To Bruin then the King thus spake: 'Bruin! look well you undertake This journey with dispatch--'Tis I, Your Sov'reign, calls upon you--fly! Be wise and wary: Reynard's guile Is practised in each crafty wile.'" Neither of the translators is here very good, and Naylor is perhaps as near hitting the nail on the point (to use the phrase of a friend of ours of the Fogie Club) as his competitor. He still gives us, however, a great many silly superfluities, though some of them we have ventured to cut out. Finally, as our readers may begin to think they have enough of this, we shall close our comparative view by some quotations from the Wager of Battle, by which the Wolf and the Fox ultimately terminate their disputes. SOLTAU. "The trumpets then began to sound, And next the wardens did appear, And call'd the champions forth, to swear. Growler advanced, his oath to take; He swore, that Reynard was a rake, A murd'rer, and a treach'rous wight, For which assertion he would fight. "Then Reynard in his turn did swear, That Growler was a perjurer; To prove his charge, he did defy him, Because he basely did belie him. "The wardens then admonish'd both, To fight with honour and good troth. This being done, the lists were clear'd, Where both the combatants appear'd. "The combatants with equal rage And fury now began t'engage. The Wolf, by dint of strength and art, Attack'd the Fox with leap and start; But Reynard, being shrewd and light, Avoided him by cunning flight, And while he ran, he did not fail To water well his rugged tail. When Growler meant to hold him fast, He nimbly veer'd about at last, And with his tail the dust and dirt He full into his face did flirt. Whilst Growler rubb'd his eyes with pain, Reynard his flirts renew'd again, Till Growler was quite spent at last, And by the throat he held him fast. 'Sir Wolf,(he said,)if heretofore Poor lambs and kids you oft have tore, It is high time now to repent, Before your last breath you have spent, And with contrition to behave, If you would wish your soul to save.' "In this provoking style he spoke, Striving his enemy to choke; But Growler was for him too strong, And broke loose from his hold erelong;