We may conclude with a touching story told of these unquiet and misery-haunted times. Ulrich, Count of Linzgau, was, so the story goes, taken prisoner by the Magyars, and long held captive in their hands. Wendelgarde, his beautiful wife, after waiting long in sorrow for his return, believed him to be dead, and resolved to devote the remainder of her life to charity and devotion.
"Oh, Tom, what shall we do?" He-haw he-yaw he-yaw! Solomon burst out into the most dismal bray ever heard a long-drawn misery-haunted appeal for help, which was prolonged in the most astounding way till it seemed to be a shrill cry. "I don't know," responded Tom, wiping the tears out of his eyes. "Oh, come, I say," said Dick, "it isn't anything to laugh at!"