The few words of advice she gave him as to escaping political embarrassments, struck him as the acme of wisdom, and as indicating an interest in his well-being of the kindest description;...

So trenchant was the Templar’s weapon, that it shore asunder, as it had been a willow twig, the tough and plaited handle of the mace, which the ill-fated Saxon reared to parry the blow, and, descending on his head, levelled him with the earth.

[A prince] is nothing but a servant, overseer, or grieve, and not the head, which is a title belonging only to Christ.

Now, more than 300 years later, Walt Disney lias spun the idea into a whoop-dee-doo of comic characters, a spatterdash of Technicolor and a u-dee-dah of nostalgic melodies.