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"And now," said Locksley, "I will crave your Grace's permission to plant such a mark as is used in the North Country; and welcome every brave yeoman who shall try a shot at it to win a smile from the bonny lass he loves best." He then turned to leave the lists. "Let your guards attend me," he said, "if you please I go but to cut a rod from the next willow-bush."
When Locksley told me of it just now, I raised my hand to knock him down, so infamously false did I deem the report. Do you know anything of his having been here?" continued the justice to his wife, in a pointed, resolute tone. How Mrs. Hare would have extricated herself, or what she would have answered, cannot even be imagined, but Mr. Carlyle interposed. "You are frightening Mrs. Hare, sir.
"'And now, said Locksley, 'I will crave your Grace's permission to plant such a mark as is used in the North Country; and welcome every brave yeoman who shall try a shot at it to win a smile from the bonny lass he loves best." Locksley thereupon sets up a willow wand, six feet long and as thick as a man's thumb.
In such a one we might surely have expected to find a friend, an ally, a comforter, a fellow-worker; a preacher of the smooth things which we loved to hear, an encourager of the day-dreams which we had learned from Locksley Hall.
"Long live our leader!" shouted the yeomen, "and long live the Black Knight of the Fetterlock! May he soon use our service, to prove how readily it will be paid." Locksley now proceeded to the distribution of the spoil, which he performed with the most laudable impartiality.
Perhaps my scheme to-day is best expressed by one of these. When just beginning to attract the attention of the English-speaking world, Alfred Tennyson gave forth his poem of "Locksley Hall," very familiar to those of my younger days. Written years before, at the time of publication he was thirty-three.
To the long chapters of that experience every generation of man makes its own addition. Again we ask the aid of Mr. Tennyson in "Locksley Hall": Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Nobody imagines that an admiration of Locksley in 'Ivanhoe' will lead a boy to shoot Japanese arrows at the deer in Richmond Park; no one thinks that the incautious opening of Wordsworth at the poem on Rob Roy will set him up for life as a blackmailer.
I caught up the gun, and was running from the cottage when Locksley came out of the wood and looked at me. I grew confused, fearful, and I threw the gun back again and made off." "What were your motives for acting in that way?" "A panic had come over me, and in that moment I must have lost the use of my reason, otherwise I never should have acted as I did.
So up he got and took his good stout yew bow and a score or more of broad clothyard arrows, and started off from Locksley Town through Sherwood Forest to Nottingham.
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