Of the tens of thousands of excursionists who every summer travel down by rail to Southend, there are few indeed who stop at Leigh, or who, once at Southend, take the trouble to walk three miles along the shore to the fishing village. It ma}^ be doubted, indeed, whether along the whole stre
IT was a bright morning in the month of August^ when a lad of some fifteen years of age, sitting on a low wall, watched party after party of armed men riding up to the castle of the Earl of Evesham. A casual observer glancing at his curling hair and bright, open face, as also at the fashion of his dress, would at once have assigned to him a purely Saxon origin; but a keener eye would have detec…