Tales of Robin Hood and his merry foresters were the delight of my boyhood. Many an hour which my school-fellows spent in games of cricket or leap-frog, I ed happily away in the rustic arbour that we had built in the corner of our play-ground, deeply intent upon a volume of old ballads that chance had thrown before me. Sometimes a companion or two, weary of the sport in which they had been engaged, would me in my retreat, and ask me to read aloud; and seldom would they leave me till the school-bell warned us that it was time to return to our duties.

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