Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1875-01-06

hfnE HenrN ana the Miller.
It has been all the fashion with story
tcliers and ballad-maker- to represent IA
vorite kings rs putting on various dis
gllises, and playing clever, good-humored
Jokes on the mmblest of their subjects.
Nearly all Of the English kings are so
represented, and there were no stories
that the people loved better to tell than
these. They were the old, Christmas sto-
ries, told by the Yule-log in the bleak. old
days Of the English barons. when swords
and helmets were thick and books were
few. Thus we have the tales of King
Henry VIII. and the Miller OF Dee; Of
GOOD Duke Philip OF Burgundy and Sly
Tinker: of james |. and the Tinker; of
William ] II. and the Forester. and so on
al through the reigns of the Scottish
James aud English Georges. Some of
these stories were fiction, like that OF
"Cld KTg Cole.
THAI joiiy Did soul.
But most OF them were true. The van
dcring harpers used 70 relate them in
verse ; and a delightful as the bringing in
II the Yule-log and the miotlctoe, the
fiery spot OF >nap-,ragon,' or the roll
licking play of " blind man buff" were
the holiday tales Of the funny dOings OF
ifFN' tltl ' WI F1ifEllNli hlAl8Ns
One OF the oldest of these ballad stories
relates to King Henry and the Miller, and
starts off briskly with:
" Hen '. @ r ruva king. would ride hunfil
To the green tJr.-sts 20 pleasAu nd fair
forest was Sherwood, where once iiv-
.ohiu Hood and his merry men. King
} ~ Hiantagenetl was young then, and
D., rh with him great retinue OF young
r-' and mobiles. SO the horses can
a. ., over the hills of Nottingham, and
LI go after plume danced out of sight
4ll ~ the green leaves. The King sep
aratcd himself from the gay party, and
dashed of with spirit into the heart OF the
forest.
At last the llay began to decline, and
the shadows grew long and thick in all
rhe forest. The King blew his horn.
There was no answer. lie was lost.
He rode on. As the forest grew dark
he heard the flow of water, and discover
I'd q cool stream Just rejecting the light
~ the rising moon. Presently he hearC
mill-wheel Then his heart took coUr
agc. tie soon refined hi, horse before the
door OF the mill.
Good miller, said the hing. * thii
the road TO Nottingham :"
~ cues, YOU know rs well as j. an
-wercd the miller. - You look IA though
you had been there before"
"Who ,lo YOU take me for:' asked tn
King TN astOnishment.
"For some gentleman thief or other
10 honest man sure.
But must lodge with you Tonight
have gold at band"
At the word gold the miller begal
to prick mp his cars. just then the mil
Ier's wife, large. fat, brawling woman
looked over her husbands shoulder. Sh
roo had heard the word gold but wa
still cautious.
She delighted Ia the sweet name O
Bymytrotl. ~ one delights in thl
name now.
Are You sarc that you are no runa
way?n pipcd Bymytroth,
'' | am uo runaway, said the kim.
"rhcn show IA, Iour passport sal
Bymytr"ih. "ho had aNrr} logical urn q
mind"
From whom
Prom @" kiug 80
The King had no pa--l port and -ti
finding Bymviroth suspicious and defiant
be bcgau to1latter her, and ice bowed s
very poIjrcl that IN" We I. last induce
10 say
" You may come ia.
Bymytroth became y-r, much please
with the King 20 much 80 that she tol
him thlt, ifhc wa. tidy enough. lac mi@l
sleep with her Own son.
&c II the King would never hear OF il,
would get you some yrui-on Tor supper,
said Bymytruth. " We do rob the King
forest % ycui-ou sometimes. VIII yO
promise r.
"lr-. un my word" said the King
''thc hjH9 sh0H acrcc EnOtr any NOR
obOut II hhna he kHO0s mar.
The King Wa very hungry after hi
anxiety and hong ride, land as his poor
weak human nature wa, quite like that q
some other men whose heads were ncyc
topped with crown. bee made larg
supper Oh ri the unlawful yrui-ou.
Z" You will never tell about thi,|'I sai
the caution, Bymyroih. looking kceul
gt her guest.
"Thc King ,hall be none the wiser 70
thi- irum me. said the King, looking
very profound.
With thi, strong assurance, Bymytr0t
-lcpt very comfortably dat night, bu
was awakened in the morning by RICH
royal rcimuc at the door The miller an
hi wife then began shaking and quaB
ing, to use the graphic language vi n
old song. and the poor miller kucClc
down and shut his eyes, we suppose, j
order 10 dcccntly make his last prayer