Thus to Sir Waldgrade the Dame recounts her loss:—

"Sir Tray that with me dwelt,

Lies on my lonely hearthstone stark and stiff;

Wagless the tail that waved to welcome me."

Here Waldgrave interposed in sepulchral tones—

"Oft have I noted, when the jest went round,

Sad 'twas to see the wag forget his tale—

Sadder to see the tail forget its wag."

The description of the coffin follows, and, lastly, after sundry vicissitudes (including a visit to the hatter's), the dame returned—