of her father, ere the sun goes down to-morrow. If he refuse our suit, we will cut off his nose.’
"A hoarse murmur arose from the company, and every man touched, first the hilt of his sword, and then the tip of his nose, with appalling significance.
"What a pleasant thing filial piety is to contemplate! If the daughter of the Baron Von Swillenhausen had pleaded a pre-occupied heart, or fallen at her father's feet and corned them in tears, or only fainted away, and complimented the old gentleman in frantic ejaculations, the odds are a hundred to one, but Swillenhausen castle would have been turned out at window, or rather the baron turned out at window, and the castle demolished. The damsel held her peace however when an early messenger bore the request of Von Koëldwethout next morning, and modestly retired to her chamber, from the casement of which she watched the coming of the suitor and his retinue. She was no sooner assured that the horseman with the large moustachios was her proffered husband, than she hastened to her father's presence, and expressed her readiness to sacrifice herself to secure his peace. The venerable baron caught his child to his arms, and shed a wink of joy.
"There was great feasting at the castle that day. The four-and-twenty Lincoln greens of Von Koëldwethout exchanged vows of eternal friendship with twelve Lincoln greens of Von Swillenhausen, and promised the old baron that they would drink his wine 'Till all was blue'—meaning probably until their whole countenances had acquired the same tint as their noses. Everybody slapped everybody else's back when the time for parting came; and the Baron Von Koeldwethout and his followers rode gaily home.
"For six mortal weeks the bears and boars had a holiday. The houses of Koëldwethout and Swillenhausen were united; the spears rusted, and the baron's bugle grew hoarse for lack of blowing.
"These were great times for the four-and-twenty; but, alas! their high and palmy days had taken boots to themselves, and were already walking off.
"'My dear,' said the baroness.
"'My love,' said the baron.
"'Those coarse, noisy men—'
"'Which, ma'am?' said the baron starting.
"The baroness pointed from the window at which they stood, to the court-yard beneath, where the unconscious Lincoln greens were taking a copious stirrup-cup preparatory to issuing forth after a boar or two.
"'My hunting train, ma'am,' said the baron.
"'Disband them, love,' murmured the baroness.
"'Disband them!' cried the baron, in amazement.
"'To please me love,' replied the baroness.
"'To please the devil ma'am,' answered the baron.
"Whereupon the baroness uttered a great cry, and swooned away at the baron's feet.
"What could the baron do? He called for the lady's maid, and
