Chapter 51 No.51

A little druid wight

Of withered aspect; but his eye was keen

With sweetness mixed,-a russet brown bedight.

THOMSON: Castle of Indolence.

Thus holding high discourse, they came to where

The cursed carle was at his wonted trade,

Still tempting heedless men into his snare,

In witching wise, as I before have said.-Ibid.

It was