then the man tried in tolerable latin but with a accent he said he was an englishman and oppressed with the heat of italy had taken a bough off the nearest tree to save his head � in my country anybody is welcome to what grows on the confound the fools i am ready to pay for it but here is all italy up in arms about a and a handful of leaves the pig would have sent the to prison but and with some difficulty made the prisoner comprehend that and by consequence leaves were sacred being under the wing of the sovereign and his source of income and urged on the that ignorance of his laws was natural in a distant country where the very perhaps was unknown turned the still bv pulling out a long purse and repeating his original theory that the whole question was said he die et the the gold him a it for the duke about the value of the whole tree � and the coin the englishman shook off ire the he was and laughed heartily at the whole thing but w very grateful to � you are too good for this hole of a try father said he come to england is the e in the world i was an uneasy fool to leave it and wander among and their i am a squire and t at cambridge university my name it is ray place the man and the house are both at your service come over and stay till we sit down forty to dinner every day ar one more or one less at tho will not bo seen you shall end im thk i w ik r� i k with me and my if you will come now i what an he and he him a great hearty grip of the hand to confirm it i will thee some day my son said but not to thy hospitality the englishman then to bim i know not what will become said he i live like a heathen since i left consented gladly and soon the was on his knees to him by the road side the last month s sins finding him so a son of the church let him know he was really coming to england he then asked him whether it was true that country was with i and the other coloured up a little there be black sheep in eveiy land said he then after some reflection he said gravely holy hear the truth about these none are better disposed toward holy church than we english but we are ourselves and by ourselves we love our own ways and above all our own tongue the could conquer our but not our tongues and hard they tried it for many a long year by law and our good foreign priests utter od to plain english folks in latin or in some french or italian like the of a sheep then come the fox and his crew and read him out of his own book in plain english that all s hearts warm to who can withstand this forgive me i believe the english would turn deaf ears to st peter himself spoke he not to them iu the tongue their mothers in their ears and their hearts along with mothers kisses he added hastily i say not this for myself i am cambridge bred and good words come not amiss to me in latin but for the people in general ad est my son said blessed be the hour i met thee for thy words are sober and wise but alas i how shall i learn your english tongue no book have v would give you my book of hours father tis m english and cheek by but then what would become of my poor soul wanting my hours in a strange land stay you are a holy man and i am an honest one let us make a bargain you to pray for me every day for two months and i to give you my book of hours here it is what say you to that and his eyes sparkled and he was all on fire with smiled gently at this trait and quietly detached a ms from his and showed him that it was in latin and italian see my son said be heaven hath foreseen our several needs and given us the means to satisfy them let us change books and my dear son i will give thee my poor prayers and welcome not sell them thee i love no religious the was delighted so shall i learn the italian tongue without risk to my eternal near is my purse but nearer is my soul he forced money on in vain the told him it was contrary to his vow to carry � of that than was barely necessary lay it out for the good of the church and of soul said the i ask you not to p it but take it you st and shall and n� ra again and i � ed him on the brow and blessed him and they went each his a bout a mile wh re they parted found two tired lying in the deep shade of a great chestnut tree one of a thick grove tlie road skirted near the men was a little cart and in it a press rude and clumsy a� a vine press a mule was to cart and so stood face to face with his old enemy and as he eyed it and the honest blue eyed faces of the weary he looked back as on a dream at the bitterness he had once felt towards this he looked kindly down on them and said softly the men started to their v they into the wood and were seen no more was amazed and stood himself presently a face peeped from behind 