oal-pit on Breem's Eaves, and was
induced to come up by Thos. Watkins, who had the reward offered for his
apprehension. With the exception of his conduct on this occasion, he was
a man of good character, and a dutiful and affectionate son to an aged
mother, who was supported by him.

{118} The map at page 15 exhibits the direction taken on this occasion.

{122} To such a scheme the chief objection, in the words of the Hon.
Thomas Frankland Lewis, appeared to be, that, "unless guarded against by
some special provisions, the land will become subject to all the abuses
which are so much complained of as to charity lands in general. It is
altogether unlike a fund to be raised when and as it is wanted; there it
is, and it must and will create objects on which to bestow itself, if it
does not find them." The proposition was consequently not carried into
effect.

{126} These three gentlemen opened their commission on Wednesday the 5th
of September following, at Coleford, and after successive meetings it was
there finally closed on Monday, the 20th of July, 1841.

{149a} The same stick was usually employed, being considered by long
usage as consecrated to the purpose.

{149b} A pleasing emblem of such improvement seems manifested in the
following lines of Richard Morse (a young native Forester), on a
"Primrose found in a natural arbour among the large oaks in the Forest."

"Pretty little lonely flower,
How I love thy modest blow!
Ever grace this little bower,
Here in safety ever grow.

"And, if tempted by ambition
E'er to leave my humble cot,
May I learn from thee submission
To be happy with my lot.

"For while storms spread desolation
'Mong the lofty trees around,
In thy lowly situation
Peace and safety may be found.

"So, when states and empires shaking
Bid the rich and great beware,
I, comparatively speaking,
Am secure from strife and care.

"Though the wintry blast should wither
Thy pale blow--thy leaves decay,
Gales, the first that spring sends hither,
Thy perfume shall bear away.

"And like thee, I too shall perish,
When my life's brief summer 's o'er;
But there is a hope I cherish,
To be blest for evermore.

"Winter past, so drear and hoary,
Thou again wilt spring and bloom:
So I hope to rise in glory
From the darkness of the tomb."

{151} The preservation of the existing crop