is stated to have been somewhat deformed. Of her, Fuller says, that, "frighted with the infelicity of her two elder sisters, Jane and Katherine, she forgot her honour to remember her safety, and married one whom she could love, and none need fear-Martin Keys [a yeoman], of Kent, who was serjeant porter to Queen Elizabeth." She left no issue.

The father of this remarkable trio, the Duke of Suffolk, was beheaded twelve days after the Lady Jane.

And what became of the Duchess?

There have been wives and mothers who, when informed of such woe as hers,

"have lived but to be told !"

She appears to have been of a stronger temperament. She found some consolation for all these accumulated woes-in what? you will ask. In marrying her horse-keeper, Adrian Stoeks.

Miss Strickland relates a good anecdote on this match:-"Elizabeth's undisguised partiality for the handsome Dudley excited the jealousy of the other members of her council; and even the cautious Cecil could not forbear hazarding a biting jest to Elizabeth on the subject, when he told her of this misalliance of her cousin Frances with her equerry. 'What!' exclaimed her Majesty, has

she married her horse-keeper?" Yea, madame,' replied the Premier, 'and she says, you would like to do the same with yours

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Yes, this daughter of a Queen of France, and mother of a Queen of England, found there was wisdom as well as safety in her lowly choice. It placed her à l'abri from the jealous suspicions of the maiden Queen, and she pronounced that the sunshine was less pleasant than the shade. She passed the few remaining years of her life in great domestic comfort with her humble husband, chiefly in the sylvan retirement of Beaumanor. She had one daughter by Mr. Stoeks, who did not, however, live to womanhood. Adrian afterwards married the widow of the celebrated Sir Nicholas Throckmorton, and dying, left his brother, William, in possession of Beaumanor, which shortly afternamely, in 1595—was purchased by the celebrated Sir William Heyrick.

SIR JAMES LINDSAY OF CRAWFORD.

"My arm is strong, my heart is true,
An' the Percie 's o'er the border."

"OF all the battles," says Froissart, "that have been described in history, great and small, that of Otterburn was the best fought and the most severe, for there was not a man, knight, or squire, who did not acquit himself gallantly, hand to hand with his enemy. I had my information from both parties, who agree that it was the hardest and most obstinate battle that was ever fought."

The defeat of the English was complete, and the Scots chased them for five miles. When the Scots had returned from the pursuit, Sir David and Sir John Lindsay asked after their chief-Sir James Lindsay of Crawford,-but none could give them any news of him, whereat, says Froissart, they marvelled and grieved much, doubting not but that either he had been slain or taken prisoner.

"Now," says the chronicler, "I will tell you what befel the said knight of Scotland."

Sir Matthew Redman, Governor of Berwick, and commander, in conjunction with Sir Robert Ogle, of one of the two great "battles," or divisions, in which Percy had marshalled his army, had mounted his horse to fly-very reluctantly, but still, all things considered, he alone could not recover the day. Sir James Lindsay, noticing his departure, and being mounted on a fleet charger, immediately galloped after him, lance in hand, and after a chase of more than three English leagues,* got so close to him that he might, had he chosen it, have stricken him with his lance. But, instead of doing so, he shouted to him repeatedly, "Ha! Sir Knight;" (for he saw well that he was one, though he knew not his name), "turn ye!-'tis foul shame thus to fly!-you have only me to cope with-and if you can discomfit me-I am Sir James de Lindsay!"

When Sir Matthew heard that, he pulled in his horse, and wheeling round, drew his sword, and betook himself cheerily to his defence. Sir James aimed at him with his lance, but Sir Matthew, by writhing his body, escaped the blow, and the point of the lance was buried in the ground, and there

* "Troies lieus Angloises."-Froissart.

remained fixed. Sir Matthew cut it in two with his sword. Sir James then threw the truncheon on the ground and seized his battle-axe, which hung from his neck, (and well he knew how to use it!) and assailed Sir Mathew, who defended himself bravely. Thus they pursued each other for a long time by the light of the moon, the one with the axe, the other with the sword, for there was no one to interrupt them.

During a pause in this tourney, Sir James Lindsay asked Sir Matthew," Knight, who art thou?" to which the other replied, "I am Sir Matthew Redman."

"Well," rejoined Sir James, "since we have thus met, I must conquer thee, or thou me!"

And then began the battle again, and they had no other weapons save the one his sword and the other his battle-axe, which he used with one hand very dexterously, the Scots being accustomed thus to hand it.

At last, Sir Matthew's sword flew out of his hand in a return-stroke, and he stood defenceless. "Lindsay," said he, "I yield me."

"Rescue, or no rescue ?" asked Sir James.

"I consent. You will bear me good company?"

"By Saint George, I will !" rejoined the knight, "and for a beginning, since you are my prisoner, what shall I do for you?"