clergy, the free list is strict- ly sus¶ended. Parties are hereby warn- ed against buying tickets of speculators; thev will not be good at the door. Everybody knows and likes The Boss, evervbodv knows and likes Sir Sag.; come, let us give the lads a good send- off. ReMember, the proceeds go to a great and free charity, and one whose broad begevolence stretcnes out its help- ing hand, warm with the blood of a lov- ing heart, to all that suɟɟer, regardless of race, creed, condition or color—the only charity yet established in the earth which has no politico-religious stop- cock on its compassion, but says Here flows the stream, let all come and drink! ⊥urn out, all hands! fetcn along your dou3hnuts and your gum-drops and have a good time. Pie for sale on the groun d s, and rocks to crack it with; and ciRcus -lemonade—three drops of lime juice to a barrel of water. N.B. This is the first tournamenʇ under the new law, whidh allows each combatant to use any weapon he may pre- fer. You want to make a note of
Up to the day set, there was no talk in all Britain of anything but this combat. All other topics sank into insignificance and passed out of men’s thoughts and interest. It was not because a tournament was a great matter, it was not because Sir Sagramor had found the Holy Grail, for he had not, but had failed; it was not because the second (official) personage in the kingdom was one of the duellists; no, all these features were commonplace. Yet there was abundant reason for the extraordinary interest which this coming fight was creating. It was born of the fact that all the nation knew that this was not to be a duel between mere men, so to speak, but a duel between two mighty magicians; a duel not of muscle but of mind, not of human skill but of superhuman art and craft; a final struggle for supremacy between the two master enchanters of the age. It was realized that the most prodigious achievements of the most renowned knights could not be worthy of comparison with a spectacle