Andreas Achenbach paintings

Andreas Achenbach paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
In the times of which we are writing, the Bridge furnished "object lessons" in English history, for its children-namely, the livid and decaying heads of renowned men impaled upon iron spikes atop of its gateways. But we digress.
Hendon's lodgings were in the little inn on the Bridge. As he neared the door with his small friend, a rough voice said:
"So, thou"rt come at last! Thou"lt not escape again. I warrant thee; and if pounding thy bones to a pudding can teach thee somewhat, thou"lt not keep us waiting another time, mayhap"-and John Canty put out his hand to seize the boy.
Miles Hendon stepped in the way, and said: "Not too fast, friend. Thou art needlessly rough, methinks. What is the lad to thee?"
"If it be any business of thine to make and meddle in others" affairs, he is my son."
"'Tis a lie!" cried the little king, hotly.
"Boldly said, and I believe thee, whether thy small head-piece be sound or cracked, my boy. But whether this scurvy ruffian be thy father or no, "tis all one, he shall not have thee to beat thee and abuse, according to his threat, so thou prefer to abide with me."
"I do, I do-I know him not, I loathe him, and will die before I will go with him."