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OFFICE OF H. C. FRICK RECEIVED JAN 7 1913 FORWARDED REFERRED ANSWERED

Mr. Frick's Rembrandt

F. Warre Cornish on "The Polish Rider in the Spectator

Does he ride to a bridal, a triumph, a dance, or a fray,

That he goes so alert yet so careless, so stern and so gay?

Loose seat in the saddle, short stirrup, one hand on the mane

Of the light stepping pony he guides with so easy a rein.

What a grace in his armor barbaric ! sword, battle- axe, bow.

Full sheaf of long arrows, the leopard-skin flaunting below.

Heart -conqueror, surely- his own is not given, awhile,

Till she comes who shall win for herself that inscrutable smile.

What luck had his riding, I wonder, romantic and bold?

For he rides into darkness; the story shall never be told:

Did he charge at Vienna, and fall in a splendid campaign?

Did he fly from the Cossack, and perish, ingloriously slain?

Ah, chivalrous Poland, forgotten, dishonored, a slave

To thyself and the stranger, fair, hapless, beloved of the brave!