. St. Nicholas [serial]. to Loushkinsshoulders and sprang over the wall like a bird. The gentlemen will go next, said , and will settle the order of prece-dence among themselves. Cromwell stepped forward, but was pushedaside by Richard III, who, with the scornfulremark, First the lords, then the commons,was soon over the garden wall, despite his in-firmity. Charles II yielded precedence toHenry VIII, who, being fat and scant of breath,begged his assistance. Give me a leg up, Charles, he said, andbe tender with me an thou lovest me. Yes, Charles, said Mme. Tussaud, getdown on thy kne
. St. Nicholas [serial]. to Loushkinsshoulders and sprang over the wall like a bird. The gentlemen will go next, said , and will settle the order of prece-dence among themselves. Cromwell stepped forward, but was pushedaside by Richard III, who, with the scornfulremark, First the lords, then the commons,was soon over the garden wall, despite his in-firmity. Charles II yielded precedence toHenry VIII, who, being fat and scant of breath,begged his assistance. Give me a leg up, Charles, he said, andbe tender with me an thou lovest me. Yes, Charles, said Mme. Tussaud, getdown on thy knees and serve as a step for Henry—i faith, he is too heavily accoutred to climbup there alone! Dear me, how natural it isto drop into the quaint speech of these dearold celebrities! It was with difficulty that he reached Loush- kins shoulders, but he laughed good-humoredlyall the time, and laughed the more when, intaking the jump, he alighted atop of RichardIII and sent him sprawling. A murrain on thee! growled Richard,. GIVE ME A LEG UP, CHARLES, SAID HENRY VIII. rubbing his shins. Canst not see where thouart leaping? Murrain in thy throat, thou misshapenknave! roared Henry. Keep a civil tonguein thy head, thou saucy king, and take a jestin good part when it is served on thee ! Knowing he was not a favorite and would 1904.] A COMEDY IN WAX. 243 be outmatched if it came to blows, Richarddeemed it prudent not to pursue the Charles II, Cromwell, and Hougua joinedthe company in the grounds. The headsman came next, and after him GuyFawkes, who had stood in the rear, biting hisnails. Will your Majesty follow ? said , with great deference. An it must be, it must, replied Elizabeth,gathering up her skirts. Tom of the Thumb,I will make a stepping-stone of thee. Tom looked rather serious at this, and whis-pered aside to Mme. Tussaud, Pick up thepieces, and let the green grass wave over mygrave. Nevertheless he bent his back, mur-muring quietly to himself, This b
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