A tale in Anvár-i Suhailí has been cited in connection with the foregoing, which has only a general and remote resemblance to ‘The Heir of Linne.’ A wise king, perceiving that his two unpromising sons would misuse his treasures, buries them in a hermitage. After his death, his sons quarrel about the succession. The younger is worsted, and brought so low that he abandons the world, and selects this hermitage for his retirement. Here he learns wisdom that is better than riches, and also discovers the buried treasure. Both the elder brother and a king with whom he is at variance are killed in a fight, and the younger is offered a double kingdom. (Chapter I, story II, Eastwick, p. 74; also, Contes et Fables Indiennes de Bidpaï et de Lokman (Galland), Cabinet des Fées, XVII, 122; The Fables of Pilpay, London, 1818, p. 51.) * * * * * Percy’s ballad is translated by Bodmer, II, 117, and by Knortz, Lieder und Romanzen Alt-Englands, p. 78. A Percy MS., p. 71; Hales and Furnivall, I, 174. 1 Off all the lords in faire Scottland A song I will begin; Amongst them all there dweld a lo_rd_ W_hi_ch was the vnthrifty lo_rd_ of Linne. 2 His father and mother were dead him froe, And soe was the head of all his kinne; To the cards and dice _tha_t he did run He did neither cease nor bl[i]nne. 3 To drinke the wine that was soe cleere, W_i_th euery man he wold make merry; And then bespake him Iohn of the Scales, Vnto the heire of Linne sayd hee. 4 Sayes, How dost thou, Lo_rd_ of Linne? Doest either want gold or fee? Wilt thou not sell thy lands soe brode To such a good fellow as me? 5 ‘Ffor. . I. .’ he said, ‘My land, take it vnto thee;’ ‘I draw you to record, my lord[ë]s all;’ W_i_th _tha_t he cast him a god’s peny. 6 He told him the gold vpon the bord, It wanted neuer a bare penny: ‘_Tha_t gold is thine, the land is mine, The heire of Linne I wilbee.’ 7 ‘Heere’s gold inoughe,’ saithe the heire of Linne, ‘Both for me and my company:’ He drunke the wine _tha_t was soe cleere, And w_i_th euery man he made merry. 8 W_i_th-in three quarters of a yeere His gold and fee it waxed thinne, His merry men were from him gone, And left him himselfe all alone. 9 He had neuer a penny left in his pursse, Neuer a penny [left] but three, And one was brasse, and another was lead, And another was white mony. 10 ‘Now well-aday!’ said the heire of Linne, ‘Now welladay, and woe is mee! For when I was the lord of Linne, I neither wanted gold nor fee. 11 ‘For I haue sold my lands soe broad, And haue not left me one penny; I must goe now and take some read Vnto Edenborrow, and begg my bread.’