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THE READING-CLUB.

III.

Just then there was heard a double roar,
That shook the place, both wall and floor:
Everybody looked to the door.
It was a roar, it was a growl;
The ladies set up a little howl,
And flapped and clucked like frightened fowl.
Sir Hildebrand for silence begs—
In walked the bears on their hinder legs,
Wise as owls, and merry as grigs!
The dark girls tore their hair of sable;
The fair girls hid underneath the table;
Some fainted ; to move they were not able.
But most of them could scream and screech—
Sir Nicholas Hildebrand made a speech—
"Order, ladies, I do beseech!"
The bears looked hard at Cicely,
Because her hair hung wild and free—
"Related to us, miss, you must be!"
Then Cicely, filling two plates of gold
As full of cherries as they could hold,
Walked up to the bears, and spoke out bold:
"Welcome to you! and to you Mr. Bear!
Will you take a chair? will you take a chair?
This is an honor, we do declare!"
Sir Hildebrand strode up to see,
Saying, "Who may this maiden be?
Ladies, this is the wife for me!"
Almost before they could understand,
He took up Cicely by the hand,
And danced with her a saraband.
Her hair was rough as a parlor broom;
It swung, it swirled all round the room—
Those ladies were vexed, we may presume.
Sir Nicholas kissed her on the face,
And set her beside him on the dais,
And made her the lady of the place.
The nuptials soon they did prepare,
With a silver comb for Cicely's hair:
There were bands of music everywhere,
And in that beautiful bridal show
Both the bears were seen to go