Let their sledge hammer hands or their column resembling legs have injury, and bah! the men at arms are gone.

Heart and courage is nothing to them, lith and limb everything: give them animal strength, what are they better than furious bulls; take that away, and your hero of chivalry lies grovelling like the brute when he is hamstrung.

Not so the sage; while a grain of sense remains in a crushed or mutilated frame, his mind shall be strong as ever.

Catharine, this morning I was practising your death; but methinks I now rejoice that you may survive to tell how the poor mediciner, the pill gilder, the mortar pounder, the poison vender, met his fate, in company with the gallant Knight of Ramorny, Baron in possession and Earl of Lindores in expectation--God save his lordship!" "Old man," said Catharine, "if thou be indeed so near the day of thy deserved doom, other thoughts were far wholesomer than the vainglorious ravings of a vain philosophy.

Ask to see a holy man--" "Yes," said Dwining, scornfully, "refer myself to a greasy monk, who does not--he! he! he!--understand the barbarous Latin he repeats by rote.