The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . s bride, who proposed at first totake up their residence at the princes palace—that one which Valo-roso occupied when Angelica was born, and before he usurped thethrone. So the marriage party drove up to the palace ; the dignitaries gotout of their carriages and stcod aside; poor Rosalba stepped out ofher coach, supported by Bulbo, and stood almost fainting up againstthe railings, so as to have a last look of her dear Giglio. As forBlackstick, she, according to her cust
The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . s bride, who proposed at first totake up their residence at the princes palace—that one which Valo-roso occupied when Angelica was born, and before he usurped thethrone. So the marriage party drove up to the palace ; the dignitaries gotout of their carriages and stcod aside; poor Rosalba stepped out ofher coach, supported by Bulbo, and stood almost fainting up againstthe railings, so as to have a last look of her dear Giglio. As forBlackstick, she, according to her custom, had flown out of the coachwindow in some inscrutable manner, and was now standing at thejialace door. Giglio came up the steps with his. horrible bride on his arm, look-ing as pale as if he was going to execution. He only frowned at theFairy Blackstick—he was angry with her, and thought she came toinsult his misery. Get out of the way, pray, says Grufianufi^, haughtily. I wonderwhy you are always poking your nose into other peoples affairs! Are you determined to make this poor voung man unhappy ^ gruffys husbands won and lost. 147 To marry him, yes ! AYliat business is it of yours ? Pray, madam,dont say you to a queen, cries Gruffanuff. You wont take the money he offered you ? No. Y^ou wont let him off his bargain, though you know you cheatedhim when you made him sign the paper ? Impudence! Policemen, remove this woman I cries GruffanuffAnd the policemen were rushing forward, but with a wave of her wandthe fairy struck them all like so many statues in their places. You wont take any thing in exchange for your bond, Mrs. Grufi-anuff? cries tae fairy, with awful severity. I speak for the lasttime. No ! shrieks Gruffanuff, stamping with her foot. Ill have mvhusband—my husband—my husband! Y^ou SHALL HAVE vouR Husband! the Fairy Blackstick cried;and, advancing a step, laid her hand upon the nose of the Knocker. As she touched it, the brass nose seemed to
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