An immense chair, the four legs bein’ four animals.
It is a immense chair, the four legs bein’ four animals—lions, I guess, though they looked kinder queer. But mebby they wuz a-thinkin’ who and what they wuz a-holdin’ up that made their hair stan’ out so kinder queer, and their tails curl up so.
Under the seat wuz a queer-lookin’ slab of stun, and they said it wuz the very stun Jacob had his head pillered on. It wuz carried back and forth by his descendants, and finally got to Ireland, where it wuz used at the Coronation of the Irish Kings.
Some say that if the one who wuz a-bein’ crowned wuz unworthy royal honors, the stun would groan, but kep’ still if it wuz the right one in the right place.
I should have thought it would have done considerable groanin’ in the centuries gone by—in the case of Henry VIII., for instance, etc., etc.
I don’t believe it groaned the last time it wuz used. No; as a female a-thinkin’ of a female, I wuz proud to contemplate the fact that most probble it never gin a single groan, or even a sithe, at that time.
Some say that wimmen can’t rule good, but hain’t Victoria rained well and rained long?
Yes, indeed!
Wall, we lingered in this venerable and intensely interestin’ place for a long time, and until the gnawin’s of hunger woke in my pardner’s inside, and he gin pitiful expressions of his inward oneasiness.
But Martin sed he must visit the Housen of Parliament. He sed that it would certainly be expected of him; so we went through Westminster Hall to the new Palace of Westminster, as the buildin’ is called.