Scarce had the gloomy prophecy Died on his ears unheeding, When the foe a poisoned shaft let fly, And the knight fell pale and bleeding. A lady mourns her love deceased, Her eyes in death are rolling, The distant tolling knell had ceased, But again the knell is tolling. "Thank you, Helen, thank you; very well sung," said several voices at once. "It is a fanciful and mournful ditty," said Parnassus, "but the tune is good." "It is, indeed, somewhat melancholy," said McGuilp. "Have you no other, Helen?" "I did but bargain for one," said the girl, smiling. "True," said McGuilp, "and now you want to hear one from me, eh?" "Precisely so," said Mr. Oldstone. "Keep him to his word, Helen. Don't let him shirk off." "Now, Mr. McGuilp," said several voices at once, "we are all waiting." "Well, gentlemen," began the painter, "if you will permit me to retire----" "Retire!--Oh, nonsense!" exclaimed Oldstone, Crucible, and others simultaneously. "Why you never mean to back out after having----" "No, gentlemen, nothing of the sort, I assure you," said our artist, "I was only going to ask leave of the company to retire a moment to my chamber to bring down an article indispensable to the song I am about to sing." "I believe he is going to sing in costume," said Mr. Blackdeed, "and that he is going in search of some 'property.'" "No, nor that either," said the painter. "The song I shall sing to you this evening, gentlemen, is an ode that I composed myself to a skull which I found among some ancient ruins in Rome, and out of which I have made a drinking cup. As this is a drinking song, in which the cup is often alluded to, it will be necessary that the goblet itself be present." "By all means," said several members. "Let us see the precious relic," said the antiquary. "These things are quite in my line." "And mine too," said the doctor. Our artist left the apartment and returned with the relic, which he placed in the centre of the table for all to admire. "There, Helen," said he, "that cup was once a man's head, who laughed, sang, and told stories, too, I've no doubt, like the best of us." "And you use it to drink out of!" exclaimed the girl, in extreme disgust. "What a horrible idea." Mr. Oldstone put on his spectacles and bent over the table attentively to examine it. Dr. Bleedem took it up, tapped it, looked at it all over, and declared that it was different in form to the skulls of the present day, observing that it was evidently of great antiquity, as the enamel had worn away. The bone, he said, was of great thickness. The object of general curiosity was handed round the table from one to the other. At length Mr. Blackdeed took it up, and striking into a Hamlet-like attitude, quoted at full length the well-known passage: "'Alas! poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy,' etc., etc." Applause followed the quotation.