Untitled Wit’ the melodoy’ic trilling aria of nixie-speech, (a whistling-kind o’ language of the Lake Sprites, Nixies or Water Nymphs, ho’ever you like), the King of Crows calls up from the black mere two o’ the beautiful and capricious-like beings to pay their devoirs an’ careful courtesies an’ pleasant’ations all around. As told by Grimm Blacke’