CHAPTER II.
Trust me each state must have its policies:
Kingdoms have edicts, cities have their charters;
Even the wild outlaw, in his forest-walk,
Keeps yet some touch of civil discipline.
For not since Adam wore his verdant apron,
Hath man with man in social union dwelt,
But laws were made to draw that union closer.
Old Play.
The day-light had dawned upon the glades
of the oak forest. The green boughs glittered
with all their pearls of dew. The hind led her
fawn from the covert of high fern to the more
open walks of the green-wood; and no huntsman
was there to watch or intercept the stately hart,
as he paced at the head of the antler'd herd.
The outlaws were all assembled around the Trysting-tree in the Harthill-walk, where they
