There was once a King who had three sons. One day the oldest son went hunting and when night fell his huntsmen came riding home without him. Where is the prince? the King asked. Isn't he here? the huntsmen said. He left us in midafternoon... Read more of The Dragon's Strength at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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A Fall In Mitres

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ONE of the wooden mitres, carved by Grinly Gibbons over a prebend's
stall in the cathedral church of Canterbury, happening to become loose,
Jessy White, the surveyor of that edifice, inquired of the dean whether
he should make it fast: For, perhaps, said Jessy, it may fall on your
reverence's head.--Well! Jessy, answered the humorous Cantab,
suppose it does fall on my head, I don't know that a mitre falling on
my head would hurt it.





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