...before the hounds were laid on, and this they accomplished to the satisfaction of every one present : " I cannot tell how the truth may be: I say the tale as 'twas said to me." Many may be found to doubt the deed ; but for my own part I see nothing wonderful or improbable in...

...Turpin, lo metto anch' io," •ays Ariosto, playfully, when he tells a particularly tough story. " I cannot tell how the truth may be, I say the tale as 't was said to me," says the author of the " Lay," on a similar occasion. The resemblance might be...

...Turpin, lo metto anch' io," fayf Ariosto, playfully, when he tells a particularly tough story. " T cannot tell how the truth may be, I say the tale as 't was said to me," says the author of the " Lay," on a similar occasion. The resemblance might be...

...portrait taken ; and the next time you honour me with your company, I will have it taken, sir." But— " I cannot tell how the truth may be, I say the tale as 'twas said to me." Mr. Lowndes never looks so comfortable as on his old chesnut mare : she never makes a mistake, is a...

...neighbourhood of Brey ; the only spot, perhaps, on the river, where she is believed to be still visible. " I cannot tell how the truth may be — I say the tale as 'twas said to me." The first tradition on record, of the fair spirit who haunts " the depths of the waters cold," relates...

...before the hounds were laid on, and this they accomplished to the satisfaction of every one present: " I cannot tell how the truth may be: I say the tale ai 'twas said to me." Many may be found to doubt the deed ; but for my own part I see nothing wonderful...

...on the blast. And through the cloister galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, Loud sobs, and laughter louder, ran, And voices, unlike the voice of man ; As if the fhads kept holiday, Because those spells were brought to-day.'' A MARVELLOUS LEGEND. IT was a glorious...

...on the blast; And through the cloister-galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, Loud sobs, and laughter louder, ran, And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holyday, Because these spells were brought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale...

..." It may be so," replied his friend. " I do not answer for the reality of the story." " I know not how the truth may be, I say the tale, as 'twas said tome." " If it be true," said Tibbot, " I think the worst part of the affair, was the keeping it concealed...

...And through the cloister- galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, Loud sohs, and laughter louder, ran, And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the tiends kept holiday, Because these spells were hrought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may he ;...