Henry William Herbert

It was the morning of the first of May, that merriest morning of the year, in the old days of merry England; and never did a brighter dawning illuminate a fairer landscape, than that wherein the incidents occurred, which form the basis of one of those true tales that prove how much there is of wild and strange romance even in the most domestic circles of existence.

— from The Lord of the Manor or Rose Castleton's Temptation an Old English Story, 2004