up the dingy corners of walled cities, as the Earl of March proceeded on foot f

hat generation. At the mention of the Holy Land, their imagination conjured up the most picturesque scenery; Saracenic castles stored with gold and jewels; cities the names of which were recorded in the sacred book which the poorest knew by picture; and they listened earnestly as palmer or pilgrim told of Sharon with its roses without tho

andise, the Red Hall of the Flemings resounding with the noise of artificers, the wealthy religious houses which kept alive the flame of ancient learning, and dispensed befitting charities, the streets presented a motley assemblage of seafaring men, monks, warriors, and soldiers; the

ng scene? By St. John of Beverley, what rich armour! what gallant ships! what stately churches! And yet

look upon life with joyous emotions. But, brave Guy, I am pleased to see you pleased; albei

, good

shook h

'I can only pray to God and Holy Katherine to

ure so to be. My mother is a Frenchwoman-a kinswoman of the Lord of Joinville-and scarce knows what sadn

n times, was imposing to look upon. Adorned with painting and gilding, it had armorial bearings and badges embroidered on various parts; banners of gay and brilliant colours

ed pilgrims to enter; and, as the ports were under water when the vessel was at sea, they were caulked and stopped up a

' cried he to his people in

e are ready,' ans

He might be pleased to grant a prosperous voyage; and they, having ascended, sang the beautiful hymn of 'Veni, Creator' from beginning to end. While the priests sang, the mar