But to resoom. We see the rooms, not very big either, that poor Mary, Queen of Scots, ust to live in.
It made me feel real bad to see in what a condition her rooms wuz kep’. Poor thing! it seems as if she went through with enough while she wuz alive to have some respect paid to her memory now, and her rooms kep’ clean.
But they wuz dusty and dingy lookin’. The curtains round the bed where that pretty head ust to lay a-dreamin’—what?—wuz all ragged.
I wouldn’t have sech ragged things in my back chamber. But, poor thing! I didn’t lay anything to her; my rooms git out of order if I leave ’em for three days. And if I wuz away for three hundred years, mine would look jest as bad, and mebby worse.
Josiah wuz dretful took up in lookin’ at them blood spots in the anty-room, but I wouldn’t look at ’em. Sez I—
“If them stains are made new every few days from beef creeters, hens, or etcetery, I certainly don’t want to see ’em. And if they’re made by the blood of that Italian Rizzio, I wouldn’t give a cent to see ’em.”
Sez I, “I’m sorry for him, but I don’t believe he wuz what he ort to be. Anyway, he ort to known he wuz a-makin’ trouble in a family; men ortn’t to make pardners jealous of ’em if they can help it. But,” sez I, after thinkin’ a minute, “I d’no as he could help it. That fatal power Mary wielded held him, poor creeter! and drawed him on to his fate, jest as it did the jealous pardner, when the time come.”
Wall, I had sights of emotions in that palace and in the chapel adjoinin’, where we trod over the graves of so many kings and queens once so high and mighty, now nothin’ but dust.
Curous, curous, hain’t it? Wall, I went with ’em to visit the castle of Edinburgh. And the view from them rampants wuz so wide and extended that Josiah vowed he could see clear over to Jonesville. I disputed him, but he said and stuck to it, that he recognized the steeple.