548 MAGISTERIAL MISTAKE. 



He yielded to their solicitations, ordered a magnificently jewelled 

 crown to be made for himself, and tried it on in his chateau, sur- 

 rounded by his officers. But, suddenly blushing at his presumptuous 

 pride, and horror-struck at his treason, he cast away the guilty signs 

 of his usurped power, solicited, and obtained the king's pardon, and 

 died one of the firmest pillars of the throne. This individual was 

 named Enguerrand, the third Sire de Courcy; and it was he who 

 built the chateau that now belongs to the King of the French. 



In 1818, the Duchess of Berri visited the chateau de Courcy; the 

 poor still recollect " J^a bonne Duches&e." She was accompanied by 

 the Due d'Orleans. In 1833, the Blanche de Castille of the present 

 age, is a prisoner in the citadel of Blaye, and the Seigneur de Courcy 

 has enriched his brows with the regal diadem of "lajeune France" 



MAGISTERIAL MISTAKE. 



THE Roebuck at Wraxham was quite full " for the present ;" but 

 by and bye, perhaps I might have a room. The gentleman in No. 3. 

 had been in bed since six o'clock : but then, to be sure, he was dead 

 drunk; perhaps, however, his family would fetch him before the 

 House closed, and then I might depend on being second on the list ; 

 unless, indeed, either of the magistrates got top-heavy a calamity 

 by no means improbable and if so, his worship's claims would be 

 paramount, or at least, superior to mine. If, indeed, I had got drunk 

 in the house, it was his duty, so the landlord said, to see me well 

 bedded, or at least, comfortably boarded, and he cast a significant 

 glance at the kitchen settle. So did I. 



It was occupied by a number of bluff, brawny fellows, some 

 staunching the blood which oozed from recent cuts on the integu- 

 ments that clothed their cheek-bones; others were adjusting the 

 tight bound Belcher handkerchiefs that seemed to press too pain- 

 fully on wounds " in the hair," which covered but did not console ; 

 and a few displayed very old, and as the landlord termed them, 

 mouldy bruises about the region of the eye. It was the anniversary 

 of Wraxham fair; and the disfigured guests had been amusing 

 themselves at single-stick. 



On the bench which ran along the opposite well, were several 

 thick-set fellows square in the shoulders high-lipped green or 

 grey-eyed evidently Devonshire men. Most of them were bare 

 beneath the knee-band, and occupied in placing patches of brown 

 paper reeking with vinegar on their shins: these patches, as I 

 observed, on being placed on the bruises, " reeked and reemed," as 

 though they had been put on a piece of red-hot iron, and in a few 

 moments become adust and crisp. There had been a wrestling 

 match in the village, and these were the heroes. Every body drank, 

 smoked, joked, and argued, as if nothing had happened ; as though 

 pain were out of the question ; yet every body was clearly intent 

 upon appeasing the rage of the infliction he had suffered. A typical 

 goose was figuring away on the spit. 



