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The Imaian' sutcheon bright,—one mouse in argent field.


 * A troop of winged Janizaries flew;
 * Then slaves, as presents bearing many a gem;
 * Then twelve physicians fluttering two and two;
 * And next a chaplain in a cassock new;
 * Then Lords in waiting; then (what head not reels
 * For pleasure?)—the fair Princess in fell view,
 * Borne upon wings,—and very pleased she feels

To have such splendor dance attendance at her heels.


 * She waved her handkerchief. "Ah, very grand!"
 * Cried Elfinan, and closed the window-blind;
 * "And, Hum, we must not shilly-shally stand,—
 * Adieu! adieu! I'm off for Angle-land!
 * I say, old Hocus, have you such a thing
 * About you,—feel your pockets, I command,—
 * I want, this instant, an invisible ring,—

Thank you, old mummy!—now securely I take wing."


 * And lighted graceful on the window-sill;
 * Under one arm the magic book he bore,
 * The other he could wave about at will.