The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . beat; horses neigh; fifes ring; soldiers roar,swear, hurray ; officers shout out, Forward, my men ! This way,lads! Give it em, boys. Fight for King Giglio, and the cause ofright! King Padella forever ? Would I not describe all this, Isay, and in the very finest language too ? But this humble pen doesnot possess the skill necessary for the description of combats. In aword, the overthrow of King Padellas army was so complete, that ifthey had been Russians you could not ha
The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . beat; horses neigh; fifes ring; soldiers roar,swear, hurray ; officers shout out, Forward, my men ! This way,lads! Give it em, boys. Fight for King Giglio, and the cause ofright! King Padella forever ? Would I not describe all this, Isay, and in the very finest language too ? But this humble pen doesnot possess the skill necessary for the description of combats. In aword, the overthrow of King Padellas army was so complete, that ifthey had been Russians you could not have wished them to be moreutterly smashed and confounded. As for that usurping monarch, having performed acts of valor muchmore considerable than could be expected of a royal ruffian and usurp-er, who had such a bad cause, and who was so cruel to women—asfor King Padella, I say, when his army ran away, the king ran awaytoo, kicking his first general. Prince Punchikoff, from hh :iSiddh, Diidgalloping away on the princes horse, having, indeed, had twanty-fiveor twenty-six of his own shot under him. HedzofT coming up, and. STABBING, SLASHING, AXING, LANCING. 133 finding Punchikofi down, as you may imagine very speedily disposedof him. Meanwliile King Padella was scampering ofi as hard as hishorse could lay legs to ground. Fast as he scampered, 1 promise yousomebody else galloped faster ; and that individual, as no doubt youare aware, was the Royal Giglio, who kept bawling out, Stay, trait-or! Turn, miscreant, and defend thyself! Stand, tyrant, coward, ruf-fian, royal wretch, till I cut thy ugly head from thy usurping shoul-ders ! And, with his fairy sword, which elongated itself at will, hismajesty kept poking and prodding Padella in the back, until that wick-ed monarch roared with anguish. When he was fairly brought to bay, Padella turned and dealt PrinceGiglio a prodigious crack over the sconce with his battle-axe, a mostenormous weapon, which had cut down I dont know how many
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