swarthy；　savage；　and　bandy…legged　archer；　who　bears　the　owl　gules
  on　a　black　shield；　the　cognizance　of　the　Lord　Rowski　de　Donnerblitz。
  〃Which；　fellow？〃　says　Otto；　turning　fiercely　upon　him。
  〃The　chain；　to　be　sure！〃　says　the　leering　archer。　　〃You　do　not
  suppose　I　am　such　a　flat　as　to　choose　that　velvet　gimcrack　there？〃
  Otto　laughed　in　scorn；　and　began　to　prepare　his　bow。　　The　trumpets
  sounding　proclaimed　that　the　sports　were　about　to　commence。
  Is　it　necessary　to　describe　them？　　No：　that　has　already　been　done
  in　the　novel　of　〃Ivanhoe〃　before　mentioned。　　Fancy　the　archers　clad
  in　Lincoln　green；　all　coming　forward　in　turn；　and　firing　at　the
  targets。　　Some　hit；　some　missed；　those　that　missed　were　fain　to
  retire　amidst　the　jeers　of　the　multitudinous　spectators。　　Those
  that　hit　began　new　trials　of　skill；　but　it　was　easy　to　see；　from
  the　first；　that　the　battle　lay　between　Squintoff　（the　Rowski
  archer）　and　the　young　hero　with　the　golden　hair　and　the　ivory　bow。
  Squintoff's　fame　as　a　marksman　was　known　throughout　Europe；　but　who
  was　his　young　competitor？　　Ah？　there　was　ONE　heart　in　the　assembly
  that　beat　most　anxiously　to　know。　　'Twas　Helen's。
  The　crowning　trial　arrived。　　The　bull's　eye　of　the　target；　set　up
  at　three…quarters　of　a　mile　distance　from　the　archers；　was　so
  small；　that　it　required　a　very　clever　man　indeed　to　see；　much　more
  to　hit　it；　and　as　Squintoff　was　selecting　his　arrow　for　the　final
  trial；　the　Rowski　flung　a　purse　of　gold　towards　his　archer；　saying
  〃Squintoff；　an　ye　win　the　prize；　the　purse　is　thine。〃　　〃I　may　as
  well　pocket　it　at　once；　your　honor；〃　said　the　bowman　with　a　sneer
  at　Otto。　　〃This　young　chick；　who　has　been　lucky　as　yet；　will　hardly
  hit　such　a　mark　as　that。〃　　And；　taking　his　aim；　Squintoff
  discharged　his　arrow　right　into　the　very　middle　of　the　bull's…eye。
  〃Can　you　mend　that；　young　springald？〃　said　he；　as　a　shout　rent　the
  air　at　his　success；　as　Helen　turned　pale　to　think　that　the　champion
  of　her　secret　heart　was　likely　to　be　overcome；　and　as　Squintoff；
  pocketing　the　Rowski's　money；　turned　to　the　noble　boy　of　Godesberg。
  〃Has　anybody　got　a　pea？〃　asked　the　lad。　　Everybody　laughed　at　his
  droll　request；　and　an　old　woman；　who　was　selling　porridge　in　the
  crowd；　handed　him　the　vegetable　which　he　demanded。　　It　was　a　dry
  and　yellow　pea。　　Otto；　stepping　up　to　the　target；　caused　Squintoff
  to　extract　his　arrow　from　the　bull's…eye；　and　placed　in　the　orifice
  made　by　the　steel　point　of　the　shaft；　the　pea　which　he　had　received
  from　the　old　woman。　　He　then　came　back　to　his　place。　　As　he
  prepared　to　shoot；　Helen　was　so　overcome　by　emotion；　that　'twas
  thought　she　would　have　fainted。　　Never；　never　had　she　seen　a　being
  so　beautiful　as　the　young　hero　now　before　her。
  He　looked　almost　divine。　　He　flung　back　his　long　clusters　of　hair
  from　his　bright　eyes　and　tall　forehead；　the　blush　of　health　mantled
  on　his　cheek；　from　which　the　barber's　weapon　had　never　shorn　the
  down。　　He　took　his　bow；　and　one　of　his　most　elegant　arrows；　and
  poising　himself　lightly　on　his　right　leg；　he　flung　himself　forward；
  raising　his　left　leg　on　a　level　with　his　ear。　　He　looked　like
  Apollo；　as　he　stood　balancing　himself　there。　　He　discharged　his
  dart　from　the　thrumming　bowstring：　it　clove　the　blue　airwhiz！
  〃HE　HAS　SPLIT　THE　PEA！〃　said　the　Princess；　and　fainted。　　The
  Rowski；　with　one　eye；　hurled　an　indignant　look　at　the　boy；　while
  with　the　other　he　levelled　（if　aught　so　crooked　can　be　said　to
  level　anything）　a　furious　glance　at　his　archer。
  The　archer　swore　a　sulky　oath。　　〃He　is　the　better　man！〃　said　he。
  〃I　suppose；　young　chap；　you　take　the　gold　chain？〃
  〃The　gold　chain？〃　said　Otto。　　〃Prefer　a　gold　chain　to　a　cap　worked
  by　that　august　hand？　　Never！〃　　And　advancing　to　the　balcony　where
  the　Princess；　who　now　came　to　herself；　was　sitting；　he　kneeled　down
  before　her；　and　received　the　velvet　cap；　which；　blushing　as　scarlet
  as　the　cap　itself；　the　Princess　Helen　placed　on　his　golden
  ringlets。　　Once　more　their　eyes　mettheir　hearts　thrilled。　　They
  had　never　spoken；　but　they　knew　they　loved　each　other　for　ever。
  〃Wilt　thou　take　service　with　the　Rowski　of　Donnerblitz？〃　said　that
  individual　to　the　youth。　　〃Thou　shalt　be　captain　of　my　archers　in
  place　of　yon　blundering　nincompoop；　whom　thou　hast　overcome。〃
  〃Yon　blundering　nincompoop　is　a　skilful　and　gallant　archer；〃
  replied　Otto；　haughtily；　〃and　I　will　NOT　take　service　with　the
  Rowski　of　Donnerblitz。〃
  〃Wilt　thou　enter　the　household　of　the　Prince　of　Cleves？〃　said　the
  father　of　Helen；　laughing；　and　not　a　little　amused　at　the
  haughtiness　of　the　humble　archer。
  〃I　would　die　for　the　Duke　of　Cleves　and　HIS　FAMILY；〃　said　Otto；
  bowing　low。　　He　laid　a　particular　and　a　tender　emphasis　on　the　word
  family。　　Helen　knew　what　he　meant。　　SHE　was　the　family。　　In　fact
  her　mother　was　no　more；　and　her　papa　had　no　other　offspring。
  〃What　is　thy　name；　good　fellow；〃　said　the　Prince；　〃that　my　steward
  may　enroll　thee？〃
  〃Sir；〃　said　Otto；　again　blushing；　〃I　am　OTTO　THE　ARCHER。〃
  CHAPTER　XI。
  THE　MARTYR　OF　LOVE。
  The　archers　who　had　travelled　in　company　with　young　Otto　gave　a
  handsome　dinner　in　compliment　to　the　success　of　our　hero；　at　which
  his　friend　distinguished　himself　as　usual　in　the　eating　and
  drinking　department。　　Squintoff；　the　Rowski　bowman；　declined　to
  attend；　so　great　was　the　envy　of　the　brute　at　the　youthful　hero's
  superiority。　　As　for　Otto　himself；　he　sat　on　the　right　hand　of　the
  chairman；　but　it　was　remarked　that　he　could　not　eat。　　Gentle　reader
  of　my　page！　thou　knowest　why　full　well。　　He　was　too　much　in　love　to
  have　any　appetite；　for　though　I　myself　when　laboring　under　that
  passion；　never　found　my　consumption　of　victuals　diminish；　yet
  remember　our　Otto　was　a　hero　of　romance；　and　they　NEVER　are　hungry
  when　they're　in　love。
  The　next　day；　the　young　gentleman　proceeded　to　enroll　himself　in
  the　corps　of　Archers　of　the　Prince　of　Cleves；　and　with　him　came　his
  attached　squire；　who　vowed　he　never　would　leave　him。　　As　Otto　threw
  aside　his　own　elegant　dress；　and　donned　the　livery　of　the　House　of
  Cleves；　the　noble　Childe　sighed　not　a　little。　　'Twas　a　splendid
  uniform　'tis　true；　but　still　it　WAS　a　livery；　and　one　of　his　proud
  spirit　ill　bears　another's　cognizances。　　〃They　are　the　colors　of
  the　Princess；　however；〃　said　he；　consoling　himself；　〃and　what
  suffering　would　I　not　undergo　for　HER？〃　　As　for　Wolfgang；　the
  squire；　it　may　well　be　supposed　that　the　good…natured；　low…born
  fellow　had　no　such　scruples；　but　he　was　glad　enough　to　exchange　for
  the　pink　hose；　the　yellow　jacket；　the　pea…green　cloak；　and　orange…
  tawny　hat；　with　which　the　Duke's　steward　supplied　him；　the　homely
  patched　doublet　of　green　which　he　had　worn　for　years　past。
  〃Look　at　you　two　archers；〃　said　the　Prince　of　Cleves　to　his　guest；
  the　Rowski　of　Donnerblitz；　as　they　were　strolling　on　the
  battlements　after　dinner；　smoking　their　cigars　as　usual。　　His
  Highness　pointed　to　our　two　young　friends；　who　were　mounting　guard
  for　the　first　time。　　〃See　yon　two　bowmenmark　their　bearing！　　One
  is　the　youth　who　beat　thy　Squintoff；　and　t'other；　an　I　mistake　not；
  won　the　third　prize　at　the　butts。　　Both　wear　the　same　uniformthe
  colors　of　my　houseyet　wouldst　not　swear　that　the　one　was　but　a
  churl；　and　the　other　a　noble　gentleman？〃
  〃Which　looks　like　the　nobleman？〃　said　the　Rowski；　as　black　as
  thunder。
  〃WHICH？　why；　young　Otto；　to　be　sure；〃　said　the　Princess　Helen；
  eagerly。　　The　young　lady　was　following　the　pair；　but　under　pretence
  of　disliking　the　odor　of　the　cigar；　she　had　refused　the　Rowski's
  proffered　arm；　and　was　loitering　behind　with　her　parasol。
  Her　interposition　in　favor　of　her　young　protege　only　made　the　black
  and　jealous　Rowski　more　ill…humored。　　〃How　long　is　it；　Sir　Prince
  of　Cleves；〃　said　he；　〃that　the　churls　who　wear　your　livery　permit
  themselves　to　wear　the　ornaments　of　noble　knights？　　Who　but　a　noble
  dare　wear　ringlets　such　as　yon　springald's？　　Ho；　archer！〃　roared
  he；　〃come；　hither；　fellow。〃　　And　Otto　stood　before　him。　　As　he
  came；　and　presenting　arms　stood　respectfully　before　the　Prince　and
  his　savage　guest；　he　looked　for　one　moment　at　the　lovely　Helen
  their　eyes　met；　their　hearts　beat　simultaneously：　and；　quick；　two
  little　blushes　appeared　in　the　cheek　of　either。　　I　have　seen　one
  ship　at　sea　answering　another's　signal　so。
  While　they　are　so　regarding　each　other；　let　us　just　remind　our
  readers　of　the　great　estimation　in　which　the　hair　was　held　in　the
  North。　　Only　nobles　were　permitted　to　wear　it　long。　　When　a　man
  disgraced　himself；　a　shaving　was　sure　to　follow。　　Penalties　were
  inflicted　upon　villains　or　vassals　who　sported　ringlets。　　See　the
  works　of　Aurelius　Tonsor；　Hirsutus　de　Nobilitate　Capillari；
  Rolandus　de　Oleo　Macassari；　Schnurrbart；　Fresirische　Alterthumskunde；
  &c。
  〃We　must　have　those　ringlets　of　thine　cut；　good　fellow；〃　said　the
  Duke　of　Cleves　good…naturedly；　but　wishing　to　spare