the arrow shot which won this gay prize, and that not so long since as Christmas."

« And I," said Gurth, « could take it on my halidome, that I have heard the voice of the good yeoman who won it, by night as well as by day, and that the moon is not three days older since I did so.»

« Mine honest friends,» replied the

yeoman, who, or what I am, is little to the present purpose; should I free your master, you will have reason to think me the best friend you have ever had in your lives. And whether I am known by one name or another—or whether I can draw a bow as well or better than a cow-keeper, or whether it is my pleasure to walk in sunshine or by moonlight, are matters, which, as they do not concern you, so neither need ye busy yourselves respecting them."

« Our heads are in the lion's mouth,» said Wamba, in a whisper to Gurth, « get them out how we can."

a Hush-be silent," said Gurth, « offend him not by thy folly, and I trust sincerely that all will do well. »

CHAPTER VI.

When autumn nights were long and drear,
And forest walks were dark and dim,
How sweetly on the pilgrim's ear,

Was wont to steal the hermit's hymn.

Devotion borrows Music's tone,

And Music took Devotion's wing;
And, like the bird that hails the sun,

They soar to heaven, and soaring sing.
The Hermit of St Clement's Well.

It was after three hours good walking that the servants of Cedric, with their mysterious guide, arrived at a small opening in the forest, in the centre of which grew an oak-tree of enormous magnitude, throwing its twisted branches in every direction. Beneath this tree four or five yeomen lay stretched on the ground, while another, as sentinel, walked to and fro in the moonlight shade.

Upon hearing the sound of feet approaching, the watch instantly gave the alarm, and the sleepers as suddenly started up and bent their bows. Six arrows placed on the string were pointed towards the quarter from which the travellers approached, when, their guide

being recognized, was welcomed with every token of respect and attachment, and all signs and fears of a rough reception at once subsided.

« Where is the Miller?» was his first question.

« On the road towards Rotherham. >>

« With how many?» demanded the leader, for such he seemed to be.

« With six men, and good hope of booty, if it please St Nicholas. »

« Devoutly spoken," said Locksley; «and where is Allen-a-Dale?»

"

Walked up towards the Watling-street to watch for the prior of Jorvaulx.»>

<<That is well thought on also,» replied the captain; and where is the friar?»>

<< In his cell."

« Thither will I go,» said Locksley. « Disperse and seek your companions. Collect what force you can, for there's game a-foot that must be hunted hard and will turn to bay. Meet me here by day break.—And stay,» he added, "I have forgetten what is most necessary of the whole-Two of you take the castle of Front-de-Bœuf. A set of gallants, who have been masquerading in such guise as our own, are carrying a band of prisoners thither-Watch them closely, for even if they reach the castle before we collect our force, our honour is concerned to punish them, and

we will find means to do so.-Keep a close watch on them therefore; and dispatch one of your comrades, the lightest of foot, to bring the news of the yeomen whereabout." They promised implicit obedience, and departed with alacrity on their different errands. In the mean while their leader and his two companions, who now looked upon him with great respect, as well as some fear, pursued their way to the chapel of Copmanhurst.

When they had reached the little moonlight glade, having in front the reverend, though ruinous chapel, and the rude hermitage, so well suited to ascetic devotion, Wamba whispered to Gurth, « If this be the habitation of a thief, it makes good the old proverb, The nearer the church the farther from God.And by my cockscomb,” he added, « I think it be even so-Hearken but to the black sanctus which they are singing in the hermitage!»

In fact the anchorite and his guest were performing, at the full extent of their very powerful lungs, an old drinking song, of which this was the burthen :

Come, trowl the brown bowl to me,

Bully boy, bully boy,

Come, trowl the brown bowl to me:

Ho! jolly Jenkin, I spy a knave in drinking,

Come, trowl the brown bowl to me.»>

<< Now, that is not ill sung," said Wamba, who had thrown in a few of his own flourishes to help out the chorus. « But who, in the saint's name, ever expected to have heard such a jolly chaunt come from out a hermit's cell at midnight?»

Marry, that should I,» said Gurth, «for the jolly Clerk of Copmanhurst is a known man, and kills half the deer that are stolen in this walk. Men say that the keeper has complained to his official, and that he will be stripped of his cowl and cope altogether, if he keep not better order. >>

"

While they were thus speaking, Locksley's loud and repeated knocks had at length disturbed the anchorite and his guest. « By my beads," said the hermit, stopping short in a grand flourish, «here come more benighted guests. I would not for my cowl that they found us in this goodly exercise. All men have their enemies, good Sir Sluggard; and there be those malignant enough to construe the hospitable refreshment which I have been offering to you, a weary traveller, for the matter of three short hours, into sheer drunkenness and debauchery, vices alike alien to my profession and my disposition. >>

«Base calumniators!» replied the knight; « I would I had the chastising of them. Nevertheless, Holy Clerk, it is true that all have their enemies; and there be those in this very