Lord J. Yes, they are chairing him; and he has been chosen for his honourable conduct, not for his electioneering skill; for, to do him justice, Coriolanus himself was not a worse electioneerer.
Enter Rory O’ryan and another Eton lad, carrying Talbot in a chair, followed by a crowd of Eton lads.
Rory. By your lave, my lord—by your lave, ladies.
Omnes. Huzza! Talbot and truth for ever! Huzza!
Talb. Set me down! There’s my mother! There’s my sister!
Rory. Easy, easy. Set him down? No such ting! give him t’other huzza! There’s nothing like a good loud huzza in this world. Yes, there is! for, as my Lord John said just now, out of some book, or out of his own head,—
“One self-approving hour whole years outweighs,
Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas.”
CURTAIN FALLS.
FORGIVE AND FORGET.
In the neighbourhood of a seaport town in the west of England, there lived a gardener, who had one son, called Maurice, to whom he was very partial. One day his father sent him to the neighbouring town to purchase some garden seeds for him. When Maurice got to the seed-shop, it was full of people, who were all impatient to be served: first a great tall man, and next a great fat woman pushed before him; and he stood quietly beside the counter, waiting till somebody should be at leisure to attend to him. At length, when all the other people who were in the shop had got what they wanted, the shopman turned to Maurice—“And what do you want, my patient little fellow?” said he.