morning dew, and shot the
partridge, snipe, or antlered deer!
Ah! well may England's
dramatist remark, "Uneasy lies the head
that wears a crown!" Why did I steal my
nephew's, my young
Giglio's--? Steal! said I? no, no, no, not steal, not steal.
Let me
withdraw that
odious expression. I took, and on my manly
head I set, the royal crown of Paflagonia; I took, and with my
royal arm I wield, the sceptral rod of Paflagonia; I took, and in
my
outstretched hand I hold, the royal orb of Paflagonia! Could
a poor boy, a snivelling, drivelling boy--was in his nurse's arms
but
yesterday, and cried for sugarplums and puled for pap--bear
up the awful weight of crown, orb, sceptre? gird on the sword my
royal fathers wore, and meet in fight the tough Crimean foe?'
And then the
monarch went on to argue in his own mind (though we
need not say that blank verse is not argument) that what he had
got it was his duty to keep, and that, if at one time he had
entertained ideas of a certain restitution, which shall be
nameless, the
prospect by a CERTAIN MARRIAGE of uniting two
crowns and two nations which had been engaged in
bloody and
expensive wars, as the Paflagonians and the Crimeans had been,
put the idea of Giglio's
restoration to the
throne out of the
question: nay, were his own brother, King Savio, alive, he would
certainly will the crown from his own son in order to bring about
such a
desirable union.
Thus easily do we
deceive ourselves! Thus do we fancy what we
wish is right! The King took courage, read the papers, finished
his muffins and eggs, and rang the bell for his Prime Minister.
The Queen, after thinking whether she should go up and see
Giglio, who had been sick, thought 'Not now. Business first;
pleasure afterwards. I will go and see dear Giglio this
afternoon; and now I will drive to the jeweller's, to look for
the
necklace and bracelets.' The Princess went up into her own
room, and made Betsinda, her maid, bring out all her dresses; and
as for Giglio, they forgot him as much as I forget what I had for
dinner last Tuesday twelve-month.
II. HOW KING VALOROSO GOT THE CROWN, AND PRINCE GIGLIO WENT
WITHOUT
Paflagonia, ten or twenty thousand years ago, appears to have
been one of those kingdoms where the laws of
succession were not
settled; for when King Savio died, leaving his brother Regent of
the kingdom, and
guardian of Savio's
orphaninfant, this
unfaithful
regent took no sort of regard of the late
monarch's
will; had himself proclaimed
sovereign of Paflagonia under the
title of King Valoroso XXIV., had a most splendid
coronation, and
ordered all the nobles of the kingdom to pay him
homage. So long
as Valoroso gave them plenty of balls at Court, plenty of money
and lucrative places, the Paflagonian
nobility did not care who
was king; and as for the people, in those early times, they were
equally
indifferent. The Prince Giglio, by reason of his tender
age at his royal father's death, did not feel the loss of his
crown and empire. As long as he had plenty of toys and
sweetmeats, a
holiday five times a week and a horse and gun to go
out shooting when he grew a little older, and, above all, the
company of his
darling cousin, the King's only child, poor Giglio
was
perfectlycontented; nor did he envy his uncle the royal
robes and sceptre, the great hot
uncomfortablethrone of state,
and the
enormous cumbersome crown in which that
monarch appeared
from morning till night. King Valoroso's
portrait has been left
to us; and I think you will agree with me that he must have been
sometimes RATHER TIRED of his
velvet, and his diamonds, and his
ermine, and his
grandeur. I shouldn't like to sit in that
stifling robe with such a thing as that on my head.
No doubt, the Queen must have been lovely in her youth; for
though she grew rather stout in after life, yet her features, as
shown in her
portrait, are certainly PLEASING. If she was fond
of
flattery,
scandal, cards, and fine clothes, let us deal gently
with her infirmities, which, after all, may be no greater than
our own. She was kind to her
nephew; and if she had any scruples
of
conscience about her husband's
taking the young Prince's
crown, consoled herself by thinking that the King, though a
usurper, was a most
respectable man, and that at his death Prince
Giglio would be restored to his
throne, and share it with his
cousin, whom he loved so fondly.
The Prime Minister was Glumboso, an old
statesman, who most
cheerfully swore
fidelity to King Valoroso, and in whose hands