ly to be purchased are introduced, a
distinct gain will be the consequence. But as an example is better than
pages of description, a sample is subjoined:--

IVANHOE;

_Or, The Disguised Knight, the Distressed Jewess, and the Templar who
did not Behave like a Gentleman._

CHAPTER I.

"You are very welcome," said CEDRIC the Saxon, for the fifth time, as
Sir BRIAN DE BOIS-GILBERT took down the Fair ROWENA to supper. "As for
you, WILFRID the Pilgrim, sit below the salt, and, Sir Seneschal, keep
your eyes upon the horn spoons."

"And this is the curse of the land," murmured the heir, as he helped
himself to plum-pasty, the forerunner of plum-pudding. "It is this
haughtiness that causes our yeomen to strike, and makes ROBIN HOOD,
Friar TUCK, and the rest of his merry men possible!"

CHAPTER II.

The next day joined in the tournament. It was a grand sight. The horses
pranced, the plumes flowed in the wind. The refreshments were executed
by contract, at so much a head, by a body of adventurers, who had
combined together to keep down prices.

"Nay, beshrew thee, man!" exclaimed JOHN, the Smith, to THOMAS the
Jones--a contraction of joiner. "It is these
combinations--co-operations, as Sir EVANS, the Clerk at the church over
yonder hath it--that ruin trade." Before THOMAS the Jones or joiner
could reply, there was a crash, and it was known that Sir BRIAN had been
overcome by a Knight who had no crest.

"He does not deserve to win," said a Herald to a Pursuivant--"defrauding
us of our fees! No coat-of-arms; no pedigree! It is simply disgraceful."

"Ay, and so it is," replied the under-officers of the College of Arms.
"But see yonder is ISAAC of YORK the Jew. Join me in a bond, and we will
avail ourselves of his usury." And within twenty-four hours the two
gentles had borrowed one-and-sevenpence-halfpenny!

CHAPTER III.

In the meanwhile Sir BRIAN had carried off REBECCA, been slain, and
disposed of.

CHAPTER IV.

Then there was a magnificent wedding, as WILFRID of Ivanhoe, no longer
the disowned, but the heir to estates belonging to a highly respectable
county family led his bride to the altar.

"Methinks she takes the cake," whispered WAMBA the Jester.

"Not until after the breakfast," replied RICHARD COEUR DE LION,
throwing off his disguise as the Nameless Knight, and appearing in the
full costume of a monarch.

"Long live the King!" shouted the populace.

"You are right to utter that wish," ret