"Oh what hast thou done, dear master mine! And Scarlet took and half roasted it, They heard the tramp of a horse's feet, For Will was feeble and knelt by the meat; "Seize him, seize him!" the Abbot cried With his fat voice through the trees; Robin a smooth arrow felt and eyed, And Will jumped stout with his knees. "Seize him, seize him!" and now they appear I The Abbot and foresters three. ""Twas I," cried Will Scarlet, "that killed the deer." Says Robin, "Now let not a man come near, Or he's dead as dead can be." 1939 THIEBAULT, KING OF NAVÁRRE, TO HIS LOVE. Our readers, for one of the reasons mentioned in the introduction to this number, will be good enough to excuse the shortness of it. In the next we shall expatiate in our usual longitude. Printed and published by JOSEPH APPLEYARD, No. 19, Catherine-street, Strand. Price 2d. And sold also by A. GLIDDON, Importer of Snuffs, No. 31, Tavistockstreet, Covent-garden. Orders received at the above places, and by all Book sellers and Newsmen. |