the hywayes syde, and
upon his grave the sayde prioress did lay a very fayre stone, wherein
the names of Robert Hood, William of Goldesborough, and others were
graven. And the cause why she buryed him there was for that the common
passengers and travailers, knowyng and seeyng him there buryed, might
more safely and without feare take their jorneys that way, which they
durst not do in the life of the sayed outlawes; and at eyther ende of
the sayde tombe was erected a crosse of stone."

Amongst the papers of the learned Dr. Gale, late Dean of York, was found
this epitaph of Robin Hood, written in old English:

Hear underneath this laitl stean,
Laiz Robert, Earl of Huntingtun,
Near arcir ther az hie sa goud
An pipl kauld im Robin Heud,
Sick utlawz az hi an iz men
Wil England nivr si agen.

Obiit 24--kal dekembris, 1247.

There is an odd story related of this tombstone: that a certain knight
taking it into his head to have it removed and placed as a hearth-stone
in his great hall, it was laid over night, but the next morning it was
surprisingly removed on one side; it was again laid a second and third
time, and as often turned aside. The knight thinking he had done wrong
by removing it, ordered it should be drawn back again, which was
performed by a pair of oxen and four horses, when twice the number could
scarce remove it before.

(_To be concluded in our next._)

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ANECDOTE GALLERY.

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HENRY BROUGHAM.

In the year ----, as Wull, or William Hall, then overseer of the farm
of Sunderland, in Selkirkshire, Scotland, the labours of the day being
over, was leaning against the dyke of the farm-yard, a young gentleman
of genteel appearance came up to him, wished him good evening, and
observed that the country here looked beautiful. The two getting into
conversation, Hall, who was a talkative lad, after a few observations,
asked him "where he was ga'in?" He said he intended going to Jedburgh;
"and what business hae ye at Jeddart?" says Wull. "Oh," says the
gentleman, "I am going to attend the circuit court; but my feet have
failed me on the road." And observing a pony in the farm-yard, he said,
"That's a bit nice pony of yours;--is it to sell?--would you like to
part with it?" "A wad' na' care," Wull says; "but ma brother Geordy,
he's the farmer; and he's at Selkirk the day. But if we could get a guid
price f