The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . , nor the officers, nor could Bulbo him-self, when the matter was explained to him ; and he was brought tounderstand that his majestys promise, of course, was above every thing,and Bulbo must submit. So poor Bulbo was led out, Hedzoff tryingto console him by pointing out that if he had won the battle of Bom-bardaro, he might have hanged Prince Giglio. Yes ! but that is nocomfort to me now ! said poor Bulbo ; nor indeed was it, poor fellow ! He was told the business woul
The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . , nor the officers, nor could Bulbo him-self, when the matter was explained to him ; and he was brought tounderstand that his majestys promise, of course, was above every thing,and Bulbo must submit. So poor Bulbo was led out, Hedzoff tryingto console him by pointing out that if he had won the battle of Bom-bardaro, he might have hanged Prince Giglio. Yes ! but that is nocomfort to me now ! said poor Bulbo ; nor indeed was it, poor fellow ! He was told the business would be done the next morning at eight,and was taken back to his dungeon, where every attention was paid10 him. The jailers wife sent him tea, and the turnkeys daughtcj- 122 MAY WE NE ER BE THUS BEFRIENDED I begged him to write his name in her album, where a many gentlemenhad wrote it on like occasions! Bother your album ! says undertaker came and measured him for the handsomest coffinwhich money could buy—even this didnt console Bulbo. The cookbrought him dishes which he once used to like, but he wouldnt touch. them. He sat down and began writing an adieu to Angelica, as theclock kept always ticking, and the hands drawing nearer to next morn-ing. The barber came in at night, and offered to shave him for thenext day. Prince Bulbo kicked him away, and went on writing a fewwords to Princess Angelica, as the clock kept always ticking, and thehands hopping nearer and nearer to next morning. He got up on the BULBO S PAINS SEEM WELLNIGH ENDED. 123 top of ta hat-box, on the top of a chair, on the top of his bed, on the topof his table, and looked ont to see whether he might escape, as the
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