Grave Maurice (two).
Sun and Thirteen Cantons (two).
J. E.
Fleet Street.
Old Fable.—There is a fable in the Vicar of Wakefield of two brothers, a dwarf and giant, going out to battle, and sharing the victory but not the wounds.
There is another, perhaps a sequel to it, which relates that the dwarf, "tot bellorum superstitem,"
was choked in the fraternal embrace, with the sorry consolation that it was "the giant's nature to squeeze hard."
Are these fables wholly modern or not? I have thought that some such are the key to Juvenal's meaning:
"Malim fraterculus esse gigantis;"
to the ordinary construing of which there are positive objections.