“‘O still my bairn, nourice O still him wi’ the pap!’ ‘He winna still, lady, For this nor for that.’ “‘O still my bairn, nourice; O still him wi’ the wand!’ ‘He winna still, lady, For a’ his father’s land.’ “‘O still my bairn, nourice, Oh still him wi’ the bell!’ ‘He winna still, lady, Till ye come down yoursel.’ “O the firsten step she steppit, She steppit on a stane; But the neisten step she steppit, She met him, Lamkin.” Another early and significant illustration is found in the popular story of Hugh of Lincoln; but instead of turning to the ballad of that name, one may better have recourse to Chaucer’s version as contained in the Canterbury tale of the Prioress. In the prologue to this tale appear the words of Scripture, “Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings,” in a paraphrase, and the Prioress turns to the Virgin, beseeching her to give words for the telling of the piteous tale. The story of Hugh of Lincoln—that in the reign of Henry III., the Jews of Lincoln stole a boy of eight years, named Hugh, tortured and crucified him—was received with great credit, for it concentrated the venomous enmity with which Christians regarded the Jews, and by a refinement of cruelty pictured the Jews in a solitary instance as behaving in a Christian-like manner. Chaucer tells the story with exquisite pathos, lingering upon the childish ways of Hugh, and preparing the tears of his readers by picturing the little boy as a miniature saint. It can scarcely be called a picture of artless childhood; for though touches here and there bring out the prattler, Chaucer appears to have meant that his readers should be especially impressed by the piety of this “litel clergeoun,” or chorister boy:— “A litel clergeoun, seven yeer of age, That day by day to scole was his wone; And eek also, whereas he saugh thymage Of Cristes mooder, he hadde in usage, As hym was taught, to knele adoun and seye His _Ave Marie_, as he goth by the weye.” And so we are told of the little fellow eager to learn the Alma Redemptoris of his elders, and conning it as he went to and from school, his way leading through the Jews’ quarter:— “As I have seyd, thurgh-out the Jewerie This litel child, as he cam to and fro, Ful murily wolde he synge and crie O _Alma redemptoris_ evere-mo The swetnesse hath his herte perced so Of Cristes mooder, that to hire to preye He kan nat stynte of syngyng by the weye.” The wicked Jews, vexed by his singing, kill him, and cast his body into a pit. His weeping mother seeks him, and, happening by the pit, is made aware of his presence by the miracle of his dead lips still singing the Alma Redemptoris.