No matter! For our Queen, as true and just
As meaner minds are vain and envious,
This day hath bid me to her gracious court;
And our Queen’s smile—no prophet needs to say—
Is the sure prelude of a nations praise.
OLD LOG.
Second Prize.
Scene: Zululand, the Bush. Enter Cetewayo, with an English newspaper.
Cet. Now are the grumblings of their discontent