Which was my pride—for thou rememberest how
The lustiest tree would fall beneath my strokes—
But now delay not; take Exbrummagem,
And fling him overboard when out at sea."
Then bold Sir Donald took Exbrummagem,
And went, and lighted his cigar, and thought:
"And if, indeed, I cast the axe away,
Surely a precious thing, one worthy note,
Should thus be lost for ever from the earth,
Which might have pleased the eyes of many men.