Stately as bridogroom to a feast Sir Richard trod tlie scaffold stair. And, bowing to the crowd, untied The lovc locks from lus sable hair; Took of! his watch. "Give that to Ned; I'vo done witli tirraV' he proodly said. Twaa bitter cold - it makes bim hOrA. Sald one, "AhJ 8Oe the villain's lookT Sir Richard, with a acornfnl frown, Cried, "Frost, uot fear, my body shook!" Giving a gold picce to the slavc, He laughed, "Now pr&ise me, master knare!" Tboy polnted, with a aneering amlle, Unto a black box, long and prim; But no white shroud nor badge of dcath Had power to draw a tear from him. "It noeds no lock," he said in jest, "This chamber whcre to-nlght I rest." Thcn crjnnf; ont, "(}od save the kingF In spite of hias and shont and frown; He strippM his doublet, dropped bis cloak. And ga '.e the headsman's man a croivn; Theu "On for beaven!" he prondly crid. And bowed his head - and so be diod.