Legendary Tales Of The Ancient Britons, Rehearsed From The Early Chronicles

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1864. Excerpt: ... HEN King Lear had been now some years dead, a great sorrow came upon Cordelia, his daughter, for her husband, the noble Aganippus, was slain in a battle against the Burgundians, and as he left no son, the people chose Darwin, his uncle, to rule them in his stead. Upon this the widowed Cordelia resolved to hearken to the prayers of her British subjects, and, taking with her her daughter the Princess Anna, to reside constantly in the dear land of her birth, which she had hitherto ruled by the hands of her deputy, the good Earl Urien; and to this course she was the rather moved, because Urien was now well stricken in years, and earnestly desired to retire to his own domain, there to spend the evening of his days in peace with the Lady Widon, his wife. Hie Queen was received with great joy by all the people, for they knew that she was a true daughter of the Royal Lear, and that she regarded her people as her children, and would rule them with prudence and wisdom, not at the bent of passion or caprice, and that the sorrow which had thinned her hair, and taken the bloom from her cheek, would only give her a larger sympathy with those who suffered, and a tenderer heart towards all men. But as she was still in the flower of her age, and in her matured and saddened beauty, still very fair to look upon; and as, moreover, she was queen of broad lands, there were not wanting princes noble and valiant who eagerly sought her hand; but the true-hearted Cordelia could not brook the thought of a second love; she cherished rather the memory of Aganippus the husband of her youth, who out of pure love had sought her when she dwelt an exile by the tawny Medway, and taken her dowerless and unfriended to share his royal state, and she fondly hoped that when the fevered dream of...