These guardian genii of the City had quitted their pedestals, and
reclined in easy attitudes in the great stained glass window.
Between them was an ancient cask, which seemed to be full of wine;
for the younger Giant, clapping his huge hand upon it, and throwing
up his mighty leg, burst into an exulting laugh, which reverberated
through the hall like thunder.

Joe Toddyhigh instinctively stooped down, and, more dead than
alive, felt his hair stand on end, his knees knock together, and a
cold damp break out upon his forehead. But even at that minute
curiosity prevailed over every other feeling, and somewhat
reassured by the good-humour of the Giants and their apparent
unconsciousness of his presence, he crouched in a corner of the
gallery, in as small a space as he could, and, peeping between the
rails, observed them closely.

It was then that the elder Giant, who had a flowing gray beard,
raised his thoughtful eyes to his companion's face, and in a grave
and solemn voice addressed him thus:


FIRST NIGHT OF THE GIANT CHRONICLES


Turning towards his companion the elder Giant uttered these words
in a grave, majestic tone:

'Magog, does boisterous mirth beseem the Giant Warder of this
ancient city? Is this becoming demeanour for a watchful spirit
over whose bodiless head so many years have rolled, so many changes