When lo! one day the angry swarm Out on him rushed--the day was warm; They covered him from top to toe, Behind, before, above, below, They buzzed, they crawled, they stung him,--Oh! [Illustration] Eugene half stifled, for his nose And mouth were covered like his clothes, Rushed to the nearest water-pit, And took a header into it; [Illustration] Rose through the Bee-besprinkled foam, And ran, all dripping, to his home. [Illustration] Felt quite unwell! The doctor came And to his illness gave a name. [Illustration] "By aid of careful auscultation," "And thinking on his late natation," "I think, I think that I deskiver," "A frog within this dear boy's liver." [Illustration] "I'll get him up." A bee he took, Impaled it on a fishing-hook; [Illustration] Played it within his open jaws, A bite! and up the frog he draws; [Illustration] Frog to the open window took, And cut the line close by the hook; [Illustration] Frog to the pool, rejoicing, hopped; And plump into the water dropped. Then chanted his Batrachian lay Quite in th' Artistophanic way; "Brekekekek, coax, coax, Coax, coax, Brekekekek." Fytte VIII. The Ghost. [Illustration] Forbidden fruit is sweet they say; And so its gathered every day; And should this fruit be sweet before, Forbid it, and 'tis ten times more. Eugene oft coveted the pot Of honey that John Dull had got Placed on the shelf above his head, For safety, when he went to bed; [Illustration] John slept, John snored; then ope'd his eyes And stared about him with surprise. [Illustration] "What's this I see come crawling on?" "Sure, 'tis a strange phenomenon." [Illustration] A winged beast, with tail, and claws On his four feet, which end in paws. [Illustration] With stealthy pace on on it crawled, John turned upon his face, and bawled. [Illustration] John's hair as this strange beast drew near His night cap raised for very fear. [Illustration] On its hind legs itself it reared, As it its squalling master neared, [Illustration] Nearer still nearer--till he got [Illustration] The much desired honey pot. [Illustration] Turns tail and runs; whilst Johnnie sits Bolt up, divested of his wits. [Illustration] A pearly drop on every hair Hangs pendant, not from heat, but fear. [Illustration] Eugene his garret sought, and there Ate honey, like his friend the bear, The pot he emptied mighty soon, Using his paws instead of spoon. Fytte IX. The Honey Thief. [Illustration] The flowers which Christine culled at morn At eve were withered, and forlorn. [Illustration] These withered flowers Dick sadly took, And placed them in his music book; Then put the book upon the table, And pressed, the best that he was able. [Illustration]