ath. But nextday there came thousands upon thousands of rats, sent to do judgmenton him. Then Bishop Hatto fled to his strong tower that stood in themiddle of the Rhine, and barred himself in and fancied he was safe.
But the rats! they swam the river, they gnawed their way through thethick stone walls,Belgia Drakt Barn, and ate him alive where he sat.
"They have whetted their teeth against the stones,And now they pick the bishop's bones;They gnawed the flesh from every limb,Kurtka W Dół,For they were sent to do judgment on him."Oh, it's a lovely tale.
Then there is the story of the Pied Piper of Hamelin, how first hepiped the rats away, and afterward, when the mayor broke faith withhim,Mexico Landslagsdrakt, drew all the children along with him and went into the mountain.
What a curious old legend that is! I wonder what it means,Moncler Johanna, or has itany meaning at all? There seems something strange and deep lying hidbeneath the rippling rhyme. It haunts me,Bailey Czyścibut 100217, that picture of the quaint,mysterious old piper piping through Hamelin's narrow streets, and thechildren following with dancing feet and thoughtful,Belstaff Nové Albatros Bunda, eager faces. Theold folks try to stay them,Russland Drakt Damer, but the children pay no heed. They hearthe weird,Jeff Teague Drakter, witched music and must follow. The games are leftunfinished and the playthings drop from their careless hands. Theyknow not whither they are hastening. The mystic music calls to them,and they follow,Mario Gotze Drakt, heedless and unasking where. It stirs and vibratesin their hearts and other sounds grow faint. So they wander throughPied Piper Street away from Hamelin town.
I get thinking sometimes if the Pied Piper is really dead, or if hemay not still be roaming up and down our streets and lanes,Parajumpers Damen Alaska, butplaying now so softly that only the children hear him. Why do thelittle faces look so grave and solemn when they pause awhile fromromping, and stand, deep wrapt, with straining eyes? They only shaketheir curly heads and dart back laughing to their playmates when wequestion them. But I fancy myself they have been listening to themagic music of the old Pied Piper, and perhaps with those bright eyesof theirs have even seen his odd, fantastic figure gliding unnoticedthrough the whirl and throng.
Even we grown-up children hear his piping now and then. But theyearning notes are very far away, and the noisy, blustering world isalways bellowing so loud it drowns the dreamlike melody. One day thesweet, sad strains will sound out full and clear, and then we tooshall, like the little children,Canada Goose Brookvale Hooded Kabáty, throw our playthings all aside andfollow. The loving hands will be stretched out to stay us, and thevoices we have learned to listen for will cry to us to stop. But weshall push the fond arms gently back and pass out through thesorrowing house and through the open door. For the wild,Canada Goose Constable Parka, strangemusic will be ringing in our hearts, and we shall know the meaning ofits song by then.
I wish people could love animals without getting maudlin over them, asso many do. Women are the most hardened offenders in such respects,but even our intellectual sex often degrade pets into nuisances byabsurd idolatry. There are the gush
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