Five bucks as fat as fat could be, Were bleeding on the ground, When up there came a hunter bright, With a horn and leashéd hound. "Who's this, who's this, i' th' merry greenwood? Who's this with horn and hound? We'll hang him, an' he pay not down For his life a thousand pound. "Come hither, hither, Friar John, And count your rosarie, And shrive this sinful gentleman, Under the greenwood tree!" "Stand back, stand back, thou wicked Friar, Nor dare to stop my way; I'll tear your cowl and cassock off, And hurl your beads away!" "Nay! hold your hands, my merry man! I like his gallant mood; Sir Hunter pray you take a staff, And play with Robin Hood." They played an hour with quarter staffs, A good long hour or more, And Robin Hood was beat at the game, That never was beat before. "Hold off, hold off," he said at length, And wiped the blood away; "Thou art a noble gentleman, Come dine with me to-day." "With the quarter staff, as a yeoman might, For love I played with thee; Now draw thy sword, as fits a knight, And play awhile with me." They fought an hour with rapiers keen, A weary hour or more, And Robin Hood began to fail, That never failed before. But still he fought as best he might, In the summer's burning heat, Till he sank at last with loss of blood, And fell at the Stranger's feet. He brought him water from the spring, And took him by the hand; "Rise up!" he said, "my good old Earl, The best man in the land! "Rise up, rise up, Earl Huntington, No longer Robin Hood; I will be king in London town, And you in green Sherwood!" SAINT ESCARPACIO'S BONES. TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE. Upon a fine May morning in the year 1585, a Spanish vessel lay at anchor in the Port of St. Jago, in the island of Cuba. She was about to sail for Cadiz, the passengers were on board, and the sailors at their several stations, awaiting the word of command. The captain, a small, tight-built, shrewd-looking man, with the voice and manner of a naval officer, which, indeed, he had formerly been, was brave and experienced, and although somewhat wild and daring, he was a good fellow at heart, but now and then violent and headstrong to a fault, in short, Captain Perez was the terror of his men. He was walking the deck with rapid strides, and exhibiting the greatest impatience, now stopping to observe the direction of the wind, and casting a glance at the shore, then resuming his walk with a preliminary stamp of disappointment and vexation; no one, in the meanwhile, daring to ask why he delayed getting under way.