Widnes Examiner. — 1882-08-12 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

ROBIN HOOD'S DILITIT.—Tbere is something pitiful and touching in the manner in which -Robin flood is allegefl to have, met with his death. After unparAteltd adventures ard hairbreadth escapes, he is said to have perished rrierably at the hands or his Cousin, the prionss of Sir Hess Nunnery, in Yorkshire. Being ski/Ltd io the medicai. all. the bold outlaw committed himself to ber charge, when she shut him up in a room and allowed him to bleed to death.. It was thought by some that she w,ts incited thus to murder her kinsman, by one Sir Itoer of Doncaster, who bore enmity to him. Robin Hord maintained his frank, generom., and fearless character to the last_ Re was hurled under a tree at Birkle7a Park. Rita,n gives as the date of his death the 15th of November. 1247. when he was about eightyso7en Tears of age; but the inscription which claimgs.; him to have been the Earl of fluntiz;gd,n gives the date of his death as the 24th of December, 1247.—Cassel1's Illtotrated 13r-iti.h Ballads.  TURNING THE TABLES —Everybody who Is old enough must remember the Mathews and Vestris management at the Lyceum—those palmy days of "King Charming" and "The Island of Jewele." Madame WAS an unrivalled managercse, and peor Charles was never unconnected with bankruptcy for more-than eix months, at a time. One of the best :ulcers in their company was the late Fraok Matthews. Now it happened, on a certain evening, that the lively, though lacidese, aeries, croaeieez the stege between the act?, met a diminutive youth eerraing a pewter pt— the roynni ton, in fact. of an adjoining tavern. " Where are yaa going, my man ?" " Pleaeh it's for Mr. Frank Matthewe," was the incersequentiel reply. "Very good ; I'll take it up to his dreseing-rcom, and save you the tronhie." Arriving at Frank's room, the deputy pothoo, connterfeiting a childish treble, announced the refreshment. " All right. my boy," replied a cheery voice; "leave it at the door." "But, if you please," continued the impostor, "my master says I mustn't go away without the money." At this ausuer the wily Frank he-ran to scent a practical jeke, ard adso—'oy a kind of ineeiration—scented the author of it. "II that's the case, my boy," was his meek reply to the iii. salt, "you had hetter take it away. Tt'e, evidnetly intended for .Mr. Oarles Mathews r'—Lon;ien Society. -GM MOTHERS —ln the formatien of our charaeter, we owe to ear mothers more than to any other human agency, for it is their hands, that first twine the tendrils of our hearts, gnida our footsteps aright, lead us in the paths of virtue, and In the dark,dreary nieht of pain, their watchful vigile keep beside the'conch of their dear ones. Whose but the all-seeing ewe of Jehovah can fathom the depths of , anxiety they feel, and who can tell of the ceaaelees prayers which they offer for their sin-stricken children? Their in. ! fimme ever shines with an unsullied light which softens ! aud pures the wayward impulses of the youthful mind, ' and guides it onward in its ceuree toward heaven. How, than, can we pay just tribute to cur mothers—with what meeenres of gratitude and affeetion shall we requite them for their maternal re?cz To those who have lost their mci:LeTE,, i'n evly jik thpo is the hallowed spot, &sewed to Memory, where thy retrol•peet :he plet—renil days and nights whin their mothers kW. watc; over their sinless years, snd where they may look forward, nriZ;l Nth and hope, ta the hies ed re-anions of the everlasting future. Friends may be torn from our hearts, hopes may be blasted, arid our love for others grow cold, yet every principle of gratitude and evely feeling of virtuous sensibility requires that we should cling to our mothera and love them mu