"Oh what hast thou done, dear master mine!
What hast thou done for me?"
"Roast it, Will, for excepting wine
Thou shalt feast thee royally."

And Scarlet took and half roasted it,
Blubbering with blinding tears,
And ere he had eaten a second bit,
A trampling came to their ears.

They heard the tramp of a horse's feet,
And they listened and kept still,

For Will was feeble and knelt by the meat;
And Robin he stood by Will.

"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.

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