The gods do bear and will allow in kingsThe things which they abhor in rascal routes.--Buckhurst's Tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex.About twelve o'clock, one night in the month of October, and during the chivalrous reign of the third Edward, two seamen belonging to the crew of the "Free and Easy," a trading schooner plying between Sluys and the Thames, and then at anchor in that river, were much astonished to find themselves seated in the tap-room of an ale-house in the parish of St. Andrews, London--which ale-house bore for sign the portraiture of a "Jolly Tar."The room, although ill-contrived, smoke-blackened, low-pitched, and in every other respect agreeing with the general character of such places at the period--was, nevertheless, in the opinion of the grotesque groups scattered here and there within it, sufficiently well adapted to its purpose.Of these groups our two seamen formed, I think, the most interesting, if not the most conspicuous.The one who appeared to be the elder, and whom his companion addressed by the characteristic appellation of "Legs," was at the same time much the taller of the two. He might have measured six feet and a half, and an habitual stoop in the shoulders seemed to have been the necessary consequence of an altitude so enormous.--Superfluities in height were, however, more than accounted for by deficiencies in other respects.