"Let the child go," said he; "ye heartless dogs, do ye not see how young and frail he is? Let him go—I will… — Mark Twain

The distant dogs howled, the melancholy kine complained, and the winds went on raging, whilst furious sheets of rain drove along the roof; but the Majesty of England slept on, undisturbed, and the calf did the same, it being a simple creature, and not easily troubled by storms or embarrassed by sleeping with a king.

"Rise, Sir Miles Hendon, Knight," said the King, gravely—giving the accolade with Hendon's sword—"rise, and seat thyself. Thy petition is granted. Whilst England remains, and the crown continues, the privilege shall not lapse."

I beseech your good lordship that order be taken to change this law—oh, let no more poor creatures be visited with its tortures.