We begged in vain. Let us
then grasp that autocratic right hand, which reminds us so
touchingly of the dear, fat, fried-cake hands Bridget used to
mould for us in our infancy. Our request was declined with
emphasis. May we not breathe an affectionate word into that
dexter ear, which seems placed far down towards his shoulder as
if on purpose to receive our tender message? "He's deaf," said
the heartless man with the pole. Let us at least give him one--
just one--kiss for his mother. "He never had no mother," responded
the inexorable valet, and we turned sadly away from the Kingly
presence of the sweet, sleeping orphan.
As we wended our homeward way we gave ourself up to meditation,
while our companions gave themselves up to sandwiches and boiled
eggs.
We called to mind the striking resemblance in form and features,
which the vast monarch bears to the Stoneman family, and we
rejoiced that a gallant General of our army could trace his
ancestry to one who stood so high in the community.
From appearances we should judge the seraphic Emperor to be a man
of property--worth at least fifty thousand dollars.
Whether he were so or not, we certainly were petrified--
with astonishment.
Yours for the right, THOMAS.
DICK'S REPORT.
There's no use talking; that fellow was once a living and breathing
human being. In my opinion he walked these hills and valleys, just
the same as we do, thousands and thousands of years ago.
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