He held no revels--"drank no wine through the helmet barred," and, quite unlike the baronial ruffian of the Middle Ages, was strangely indifferent to the feasts of gluttony and swilled insolence.

He found no joy in the pleasures of the table.

Art had done little to increase the comforts or the securities of his fortress.

It was one, complete to his hands, from those of nature--such a one as must have delighted the generous English outlaw of Sherwood forest--isolated by deep ravines and rivers, a dense forest of mighty trees, and interminable undergrowth.

The vine and briar guarded his passes.