“The Government will not let the people keep him a captive.”
“The Government can’t get him,” said one of the chiefs.
“And the tribe haven’t got him,” said the other.
“Why, what have they done to him?”
“Hem!” growled somewhat unctuously the elder chief of the two, “they have eaten him!”
Such is said to have been really the fate of the little prisoner who used to mend the garments of M. de Bohun in the prison of Orléans; of the costumier of the court masquerades at the Congress of Vienna; and of the wandering adventurer in distant seas, where he could find no one who would either acknowledge his fiats or accept his fashions. He was unable to establish himself in the world either as monarch of men or as makers of their habits.
And having thus spoken of a mock king, let us consider now our English liege ladies at their respective toilets.
THE TIRING-BOWERS OF QUEENS.
“I could accuse the gaiety of your wardrobe