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The monarch found; and in his wain
Convey'd the bleeding corse.
Even the selfsame spot:
Nor less the children's lot.
And still, in merry Lyndhurst hall,
Who lists, the sight may see;
The memorable tree."
The “fair stone,” which was erected by Lord Delaware in 1745, is now put into an iron case, of supreme ugliness ; and we are informed as follows : “ This stone having been much mutilated, and the inscriptions on each of its three sides defaced, this more durable memorial, with the original inscriptions, was erected in the year 1841, by William Sturges Bourne, Warden.” Another century will see whether this boast of durability will be of any account. In the time of Leland, there was a chapel built on the spot. It would be a wise act of the Crown, to whom this land belongs, to found a school here--a better way of continuing a record than Lord Delaware's stone, or Mr. Sturges Bourne's iron. The history of their country, its constitution, it privileges—the duties and rights of Englishmen—things which are not taught to the children of our labouring millions—might worthily commence to be taught on the spot where the Norman tyrant fell, leaving successors who one by one came to the knowledge that the people were something not to be despised or neglected. The following is the inscription on the original stone :“ Here stood the oak-tree on which the arrow, shot by Sir William Tyrrel, at a stog, glanced,
and struck King William II., surnamed Rufus, on the breast; of which stroke he in
stantly died, on the second of August, 1100. “King William II., surnamed Rufus, being slain, as before related, was laid in a cart be.
longing to one Purkess, and drawn from hence to Winchester, and buried in the cathedral
church of that city. " That the spot where an event so memorable had happened might not hereafter be unknown,
this stone was set up by John Lord Delaware, who had seen the tree growing in this place, anno 1745."
47.-WALTER TYRREL AND WILLIAJI RUFUS.
Rufus. Tyrrel, spur onward ! we must not await
Tyrrel. Behold, my liege ! hither they troop amain,
Over my pales ? the dolts
Please you, my liege,
Rufus. Why not have ridden round
Tyrrel (galloping forward.) Ho! my lord bishop !
Tyrrel. My lord ! your presence ; but before the king :
Bishop. The king shall hear of this. I recognise
And Sir Walter Tyrrel
Bishop. Ay, by God's grace! pert losel !
Bishop. Varlet ! I may chastise this insolence.
Tyrrel. I like those feathers ; but there crows no cock Without an answer.
Though the noisest throat
Bishop. God's blood ! were I no bishop-
Then thy own
Bishop. Whip that hound aside ! 0 Christ!
Tyrrel. The scent lies well ; pity no more
Rufus. Which of you broke my palings down?
No doubt he does ; but you,
[Tyrrel rides towards him. Sir Walter! may I task your courtesy
Stay with me; I want thee, Tyrrel !
Rufus. Where are the lords ?
Gone past your grace, bare headed,
Well, prick them on.
They hunt not in the summer.
Sir! not unless
Rufus. Flowers ! and leave flowers too ?
Only some half-wild,
Rufus. What lies beyond this close briar hedge, that smells
Tyrrel. A poor low cottage : the dry marl-pit shields it,
I am fain to laugh
At thy rank minstrelsy. A poor low cottage !
Tyrrel. It may be so.
No; it may not be so.
Tyrrel. Hall, chapel, chamber, cellar, turret, grange,
O my liege!
Make me no confidant
Nor you, my liege ! nor any : None such hath Walter Tyrrel. Rufus.
Thou 'rt at bay ; Thou hast forgotten thy avowal, man !
Tyrrel. My father's house is (like my father) gone : But in that house, and from that father's heart Mine grew into that likeness, and held thence Its rich possessions — God forgive my boast !
Rufus. And stand against thy king !
How many yokes
Rufus. He kept good cheer, they tell me.
Ay! and none beside ?
. Four sons have fallen in the wars. Rufus.
I thought it.
Tyrrel. Grace ! pity ! mercy on her !
Tyrrel. A virtuous daughter of a virtuous mother
Am I to learn
Tyrrel. Happy, who dares to teach it, and who can !
I have done my duty, sire !
Villain I am none.
Tyrrel. Sire ! po private wrong, no word
Urge to what ?
Tyrrel. On my knees, as best beseems,
Rufus. Take her ; take both.
She loves her home; her limbs
Rufus. Who would disturb them, child or father? where
Rufus. Right : or our horses might have stumbled on them.
spares the guilty ; spare the innocent ! Rufus. Up from the dew! thy voice is hoarse already.
Tyrrel. Yet God hath heard it. It entreats again,
Rufus. No, nor thee neither.
Speed me, God ! and judge
[He pierces Rufus with an arroz.