And a breaking the hoops of butter casks;
And it seemed as if a voice

Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery
Is breathed-called out, Oh rats, rejoice!
The world is grown to one vast drysaltery!
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,
Breakfast, dinner, supper, luncheon!
And just as a bulky sugar puncheon,
All ready staved, like a great sun shone
Glorious, scarce an inch before me,

Just as methought it said, "Come, bore me!"
-I found the Weser rolling o'er me.

You should have heard the Hamelin people
Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple ;
"Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long poles!
Poke out the nests, and block up the holes!
Consult with carpenters and builders,
And leave in our town not even a trace
Of the rats!" When suddenly up the face
Of the Piper perked in the market-place,

With a "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"

A thousand guilders! The Mayor looked blue,
So did the Corporation too.

For council dinners made rare havock

With Claret, Moselle, Vin-de-Grave, Hock;
And half the money would replenish
Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish.
To pay this sum to a wandering fellow
With a gipsy coat of red and yellow!

"Besides," quoth the Mayor, with a knowing wink, "Our business was done at the river's brink;

We saw with our eyes the vermin sink,

And what's dead can't come to life, I think.

So friend, we're not the folks to shrink

From the duty of giving you something to drink,
And a matter of money to put in your poke;
But, as for the guilders, what we spoke

Of them, as you very well know, was in joke—
Besides, our losses have made us thrifty :
A thousand guilders! come take fifty!

"

The piper's face fell, and he cried,
"No trifling! I can't wait! Beside,
I've promised to visit by dinner-time
Bagdad, and accept the prime

Of the head cook's pottage, all he's rich in,
For having left in the caliph's kitchen,
Of a nest of scorpions no survivor.
With him I proved no bargain driver,
With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver!
And folks who put me in a passion
May find me pipe to another fashion.”

"How?" cried the Mayor, "d'ye think I'll brook Being worse treated than a cook?

Insulted by a lazy ribald

With idle pipe and vesture piebald?

You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst,

Blow your pipe there till you burst.”

Once more he stepped into the street,
And to his lips again

Laid his long pipe of smooth, straight cane;
And ere he blew three notes-such sweet
Soft notes as yet musician's cunning
Never gave the enraptured air—

There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,
Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering,
And like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering
Out came the children running :

All the little boys and girls,

With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,

And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,

Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after

The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood

As if they were changed into blocks of wood,
Unable to move a step, or cry

"To Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, And after him the children pressed."

The Pied Piper of Hamelin.

To the children merrily skipping by-
And could only follow with the eye
The joyous crowd at the piper's back.
And now the Mayor was on the rack,
And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,
As the Piper turned from the High Street
To where the Weser rolled its waters

Right in the way of their sons and daughters!
However he turned from south to west,
And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed.
And after him the children pressed;
Great was the joy in every breast.
"He never can cross that mighty top;
He's forced to let the piping drop,
And we shall see our children stop!

When, lo! as they reached the mountain's side,
A wondrous portal opened wide,

As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;

And the piper advanced, and the children followed; And when all were in to the very last,

The door in the mountain side shut fast.

Did I say all? No! One was lame,

And could not dance the whole of the way:

And in after years, if you would blame

His sadness, he was used to say,

"It's dull in our town since my playmates left! I can't forget that I'm bereft

Of all the pleasant sights they see,

Which the piper also promised me :

For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,

Joining the town and just at hand,

Where waters gushed and fruit trees grew,

And flowers put forth a fairer hue,

And everything was strange and new;

The sparrows were brighter then peacocks here, And their dogs outran our fallow-deer,

And honey-bees had lost their stings,

And horses were born with eagles' wings;

And just as I became assured

My lame foot would be speedily cured,

The music stopped and I stood still,