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"~Grève, grouille, Grève, aboie! Pour voir la fille de joie, Prendre au gibet chassieux, Les fenêtres sont des yeux Grève, grouille, Grève, aboie!"Bark, Grève, grumble, Grève! Spin, spin,in the meadow What a beautiful hempen rope! Sow hemp, not wheat, from Issy to Vanvre The thief hath not stolen the beautiful hempen rope Gru on the blear-eyed gibbet, s are eyes

Thereupon the young hed and caressed the wench The crone was la Falourdel; the girl was a courtesan; the young aze That spectacle was as good as any other

He saw Jehan go to aat the end of the roolance on the quay, where in the distance blazed a thousand lighted casements, and he heard him say as he closed the sash,-"'Pontheir candles, and the good God his stars"

Then Jehan ca on the table, exclai,-"Already empty, ~cor-boeuf~! and I have no more money! Isabeau, my dear, I shall not be satisfied with Jupiter until he has changed your thite nipples into two black bottles, where I ht"

This fine pleasantry h, and Jehan left the rooround in order that he nized by his brother Luckily, the street was dark, and the scholar was tipsy Nevertheless, he caught sight of the archdeacon prone upon the earth in the mud

"Oh! oh!" said he; "here's a felloho has been leading a jolly life, to-day"

He stirred up Dom Claude with his foot, and the latter held his breath

"Dead drunk," resuular leech detached fro down, "'tis an old man! ~Fortunate senex~!"

Then Do,-"'Tis all the sa, and my brother the archdeacon is very happy in that he is wise and has money"

Then the archdeacon rose to his feet, and ran without halting, towards Notre-Da above the houses through the gloo, on the Place du Parvis, he shrank back and dared not raise his eyes to the fatal edifice