Farewell, sweet singer! dead in thy beauty, Silent through summer, though other birds sing; Bury him, comrades, in pitiful duty, Muffle the dinner-bell, mournfully ring. [Illustration: MASTER FRITZ.] Fritz and I are not brother and sister, but we're next-door neighbours; for we both live next door. I mean we both live next door to each other; for I live at number three, and Fritz and Nickel the dog live at number four. In summer we climb through the garret windows and sit together on the leads, And if the sun is too hot Mother lends us one big kerchief to put over both our heads. Sometimes she gives us tea under the myrtle tree in the big pot that stands in the gutter. (One slice each, and I always give Fritz the one that has the most butter.) In winter we sit on the little stool by the stove at number four; For when it's cold Fritz doesn't like to go out to come in next door. It was one day in spring that he said, "I should like to have a house to myself with you Grethel, and Nickel." And I said, "Thank you, Fritz." And he said, "If you'll come in at tea-time and sit by the stove, I'll tell you tales that'll frighten you into fits. About boys who ran away from their homes, and were taken by robbers, and run after by wolves, and altogether in a dreadful state. I saw the pictures of it in a book I was looking in, to see where perhaps I should like to emigrate. I've not quite settled whether I shall, or be cast away on a desert island, or settle down nearer home; But you'd better come in and hear about it, and then, wherever it is, you'll be sure to be ready to come." So I took my darling Katerina in my arms, and we went in to tea. I love Katerina, though she lost her head long ago, poor thing; but Fritz made me put her off my knee, For he said, "When you're hushabying that silly old doll I know you're not attending to me. Now look here, Grethel, I think I have made up my mind that we won't go far; For we can have a house, and I can be master of it just as well where we are. Under the stairs would be a good place for a house for us if there's room. It's very dirty, but you're the housewife now, and you must sweep it out well with the broom. I shall expect you to keep my house very comfortable, and have my meals ready when there's anything to eat; And when Nickel and I come back from playing outside, you may peep out and pretend you're watching for us coming up the street. You've kept your apple, I see--I've eaten mine--well, it will be something to make a start,