Fool. No, sir, a few great make a many small. Come, my lords, poor and needy hath no law.
Ed. Nor necessity no right. Drum, down with them into the cellar. Rest content, rest content, one bout more, and then away.
Fool. Spoke like a true heart; I kiss thy foot, sweet knight.
(The Morrice sing and dance, and exeunt.)
SWAINE.
THE SELECTOR; AND LITERARY NOTICES OF NEW WORKS.
SITTING IN THE DRUID'S CHAIR.
We detach the following scene from one of Mr. Horace Smith's Tales of the Early Ages. The date is the fifth century, about twenty years after the final withdrawing of the Romans from Britain. The actors are Hengist, the Saxon chief, Guinessa, his daughter, betrothed to Oscar, a young prince, and Gryffhod, a Briton of some distinction, and proprietor of Caer-Broc, a villa on the Kentish coast, where the parties are sojourning. The incident embodies the superstition of sitting in the Druid's Chair, similar in its portentous moment to sitting in St. Michael's Chair, in Cornwall. It is told with considerable force and picturesque beauty.