The Giant heard the note of scorn, And woke and cried "Hallo!" He popped out his head with his night-cap on, To look who his friend might be, And eke his spectacles did don, That he mote the better see. [Illustration: 023] {009} "I'll broil thee for breakfast," he roared amain, "For breaking my repose." "Yaa!" valiant Jack returned again, With his fingers at his nose. VI. Forward the monster tramps apace, Like to an elephant running a race; Like a walking-stick he handles his mace. Away, too venturous wight, decamp! In two more strides your skull he smashes;-- One! Gracious goodness! what a stamp! Two! Ha! the plain beneath him crashes: Down he goes, full fathoms three. "How feel ye now," cried Jack, "old chap? It is plain, I wot, to see You 're by no means up to trap." The Giant answered with such a roar, It was like the Atlantic at war with its shore; A thousand times worse than the hullaballoo Of carnivora, fed, Ere going to bed, At the Regent's Park, or the Surrey "Zoo." "So ho! Sir Giant," said Jack, with a bow, "Of breakfast art thou fain? For a tit-bit wilt thou broil me now, An' I let thee out again? " Gnashing his teeth, and rolling his eyes, The furious lubber strives to rise. "Don't you wish you may get it?" our hero cries {010} [Illustration: 027] And he drives the pickaxe into his skull: Giving him thus a belly-full, If the expression is n't a bull. VII. Old Cormoran dead, Jack cut off his head, And hired a boat to transport it home. On the "bumps" of the brute, At the Institute, A lecture was read by a Mr. Combe. Their Worships, the Justices of the Peace, Called the death of the monster a "happy release:" Sent for the champion who had drubbed him, And "Jack the Giant Killer" dubbed him; And they gave him a sword, and a baldric, whereon For all who could read them, these versicles shone:-- 'THIS IS YE VALYANT CORNISHE MAN WHO SLEWE YE GIANT CORMORAN" {011} [Illustration: 028] JACK SUPRISED ONCE IN THE WAY I. Now, as Jack was a lion, and hero of rhymes, His exploit very soon made a noise in the "Times;" All over the west He was _fêted_, caressed, And to dinners and _soirees_ eternally pressed: Though't is true Giants did n't move much in society, And at "twigging" were slow, Yet they could n't but know Of a thing that was matter of such notoriety. Your Giants were famous for _esprit de corps_; And a huge one, whose name was O'Blunderbore, From the Emerald Isle, who had waded o'er, Revenge, "by the pow'rs!" on our hero swore. II.