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And there was Robin Goodfellow waiting for him under the tree! He was so finely dressed that, for a moment, Fairyfoot scarcely knew him. His suit was made out of the purple velvet petals of a pansy, which was far finer than any ordinary velvet, and he wore plumes and tassels, and a ruffle around his neck, and in his belt was thrust a tiny sword, not half as big as the finest needle.
Goodfellow, and yes, and Harry, too, I suppose are to be the Red Rovers and scour the Spanish Main. All right; only you don't look it, exactly." "But is not that half the battle?" urged the indomitable Plinny. "They'll be so much the less likely to suspect us." "They whoever they may be will certainly be so far deluded."
"I love true lovers, honest men, good fellowes, good huswives, good meate, good drinke, and all things that good is, but nothing that is ill," declares Robin Goodfellow; and this jovial materialism only reflects the state of mind of the folk who were not unwilling to believe that this lively little spirit might be seen of nights busying himself in their houses by the dying embers of the deserted fire.
G. Goodfellow, of New York, who accompanied me throughout the campaign and performed much professional service as well as duties as Volunteer aid. I recommend him for favorable consideration of the War Department. Mr. G. F. Hawkins, of New York, also accompanied me as Volunteer aid, and I recommend him for favorable consideration of the War Department for faithful and important services rendered.
I moved as swiftly as I dared, making no noise, nor looked behind me until I reached the rocks under the cliff the path by which Mr. Goodfellow had crept round to scuttle the boat. I calculated that by working my way along for fifty yards between them and the rock-face I should gain an opening which, observed from below, had seemed to promise me an excellent view of the next beach.
"A wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Light on you both!" The wild malignity of this curse, fierce as it is, yet wants the moral venom, the devilish leaven, of a consenting spirit: it is all but human. To this we may add a similar example, from our own art, in the Puck, or Robin Goodfellow, of Sir Joshua Reynolds.
Edgar Goodfellow was there too Edgar the gay, the frolicsome, the lover of sports and hoaxes and trials of strength.
He kissed the prettiest girls, and pinched the ugly ones, till he made them scratch one another like cats. When the posset was brought he turned himself into a bear, frightened them all away, and had it all to himself. The Boggart was another form of Robin Goodfellow.
Goodfellow this written narrative would undoubtedly have been lost to us, and the map, if not meaningless, might have seemed a clue not worth the risk of following. In short, ma'am" Plinny turned again to Miss Belcher "I saw that each of us at this table had been wonderfully brought here by the hand of Providence.
The mediæval devil was, for the most part, himself little more than a prankish Rübezahl, or Robin Goodfellow; the new Satan of the Reformers was, in very deed, an arch-fiend, the enemy of the human race, with whom no truce or parley might be held. The old folklore belief in incubi and succubi as the parents of changelings is brought into connection with the theory of direct diabolic begettal.
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