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“Robin IIood was born at Locksley, in the county of Nottingham, in the reign of King Henry the Second, and about the year of Christ 1100. His extraction was noble, and his true name Robert Fitzontal, which vulgarly pronounced easily corrupted into Robin Hood. He is frequently styled, and commonly reputed to have been, EARL of HuntingDox; a title to which, in the latter part of his lite at least, he actually appears to have had some sort of pretension. In his youth he is reported to have been of a wild and extravagant disposition, insomuch that his inheritance being consumed or forfeited by his excesses, and his person outlawed for debt, either from necessity or choice, he sought an asylum in the woods and forests, with which immense tracts, especially in the northern parts of the kingdom, were at that time covered.
Of these he chiefly affected Barnsdale in Yorkshire; Sherwood in Nottinghamshire; and, according to some, Plumpton park in Cumberland. Here he either found, or was afterwards joined by, a number of persons in similar circumstances, who appear to have considered and obeyed him as their chief or leader, and of whom his principal favourites, or those in whose courage and fidelity he most confided, were LITTLE JOUN (whose surname is said to have been Nailor), WILLIAM SCADLOCK (Scathlock, or Scarlet), GEORGE A GREEN, pinder (or pound-keeper), of Wakefield, Mucir, á miller's son, and a certain monk or friar, named TUCK. He is likewise said to have been accompanied in his retreat by a female, of whom he was enamoured, and whose real or adopted name was MARIAN.
“Ilaving, for a long series of years, maintained a sort of independent sovereignty, and set kings, judges, and magistrates at defiance, a proclamation was published offering a considerable reward for bringing him in either dead or alive; which, however, seems to have been productive of no greater success than former attempts for that purpose. At length, the infirmities of old age increasing upon him, and desirous to be relieved, in a fit of sickness, by being let blood, he applied for that purpose to the prioress of Kirkleys Nunnery in Yorkshire, his relation, (women, and particularly religious women, being in those times, somewhat better skilled in surgery than the sex is at present), by whom he was treacherously suffered to bleed to death. This event happened on the 18th of November, 1247, being the thirty-first year of King Henry III. and (if the date assigned to his birth be correct), about the 87th of his age. He was interred under some trees, at a short distance from the house; a stone being placed over his grave, with an inscription to his memory." Ritson.
THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.
The moral of this little tale,
As it appears to me,
of fraud and treachery.
The cruel words she says,
By dark and crooked ways.
The hundred years the Princess slept,
As though a single night,
Ere wrong gives place to right.
In doing all she could,
And overcome by god.
THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.
HEN people have had to wait a long time for any
thing they very much want, they are apt to prize it all the more, whenever it does come, than if their wish had been fulfilled directly it was uttered. It is so with the letters we get at school; written by our friends at home : the longer we have to wait for them, the more we value them. It is the same thing with prizes and rewards of all kinds; and so it was also with the King and Queen about whom I am going to tell you,
will sit down and listen and not interrupt me. Well, once upon a time there lived a King and Queen, who loved each other tenderly. They had only one drawback to
. their happiness, and this consisted in the fact that they had no children ; so they were very glad indeed when a fairy came one day to Court and announced to the King and Queen that their wish was at length to be fulfilled, and that a little daughter would be sent them.
When the baby came there were great rejoicings. It was a beautiful little chubby baby, with blue eyes and a fair skin ; and it was wonderfully good, and scarcely ever cried. Great joy there was at Court, you may be sure ; and the King and the Queen were so pleased, that they at once ordered a large sum of money to be given in charity to the poor ; and this was right; for whenever we are glad ourselves, there is no better way of showing our gratitude than in trying to make other people glad. Now the little Princess had come,