The Gyrth chalice mystery, by Margery Allingham, pseud.

" She said, "There is not death in it, but something very different," and thereupon she went away into the cabin where that chalice aforesaid was hidden.

In Bohemia, on old St. John's Night (July 8), one must lay a communion chalice-cloth under the fern, and collect the seed which will fall before sunrise.

Woven for Love's soft pillow were The chalice crowns ye flushing bear, By the Idalian Queen.

* IN THE HARBOR (1825-26) Happy is he who hath reached the safe harbor, Leaving behind him the stormy wild ocean, And now sits cosy and warm In the good old Town-Cellar of Bremen. How sweet and homelike the world is reflected, In the chalice green of Rhinewine Rummer.

Their impious march to God's high altar bend, With feet impure the sacred steps ascend; With wine unbless'd the holy chalice stain, Assume the mitre, and the cope profane; 35 To heaven their eyes in mock devotion throw, And to the cross with horrid mummery bow; Adjure by mimic rites the powers above, And plite alternate their Satanic love.