The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . chi has been surrounded, and utterly routed, by General CountHogginarmo, and the soi-disant princess is sent a prisoner to thecapital. University Tvews.—Yesterday, at the schools, the distinguishedyoung student, Mr. Giles, read a Latin oration, and was complimentedby the Chancellor of Bosforo, Dr. Prugnaro, with the highest Univer-sity honor—the wooden spoon. Never mind that stuff, says Giles, greatly disturbed. Comehome with me, my friends. Gallant Smith ! intrepid Jon
The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . chi has been surrounded, and utterly routed, by General CountHogginarmo, and the soi-disant princess is sent a prisoner to thecapital. University Tvews.—Yesterday, at the schools, the distinguishedyoung student, Mr. Giles, read a Latin oration, and was complimentedby the Chancellor of Bosforo, Dr. Prugnaro, with the highest Univer-sity honor—the wooden spoon. Never mind that stuff, says Giles, greatly disturbed. Comehome with me, my friends. Gallant Smith ! intrepid Jones ! friendsof my studies—partakers of my academic toils — 1 have that to tellshall astonish your honest minds. Go it, old boy ! cried the impetuous Smith. Talk away, my buck ! says Jones, a lively fellow. With an air of indescribable dignity, Giglio checked their natural,but no more seemly familiarity. Jones, Smith, my good friends,said the Prince, disguise is henceforth useless ; I am no more thehumble student Giles-^I am the descendant of a royal line. Atavis edite rcmbus I know, old co , cried Jones—he was. 107 going to say old cock, but a flash from the royal eye agaii aw^edhim. Friends, continued the prince, I am that Gigho—I am, in fact,Paflagonia. Rise, Smith, and kneel not in the public street. Jones,thou true heart! My faithless uncle, when I was a baby, filchedfrom me that brave crawn my father left me, bred me all youngand careless of my rights, like unto hapless Hamlet, Prince of Den-mark ; and had I any thoughts about my wrongs, soothed me withpromises of near redress. I should espouse his daughter, young An-gelica ; we two, indeed, should reign in Paflagonia. His words werefalse—false as Angelicas heart! false as Angelicas hair, color, frontteeth! She looked with her skew eyes upon young Bulbo, GrimTartarys stupid heir, and she preferred him. Twas then I turnedmy eyes upon Betslnda—Rosalba, as she now is. And I saw in herthe blushing sum of all pe
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