^•'  — On  the  body  of  Giglio,  whilome  Prince  of  Paflagonia,^^
Hedzoff  went  on,  with  indescribable  emotion.  ''  My  Prince,  give
up  your  sword  without  ado.  Look  !  we  are  thirty  thousand  men
to  one !  '^

'^  Give  up  my  sword !  Giglio^  give  up  his  sword  !  ^'  cried  the
Prince ;  and  stepping  well  forward  on  to  the  balcony,  the  royal
youth,  vnthout  prq)aration,  delivered  a  speech  so  magnificent,
that  no  report  can  do  justice  to  it.  It  was  all  in  blank  verse,
(in  which,  from  this  time,  he  invariably  spoke,  as  more  becoming
his  majestic  station).  It  lasted  for  three  days  and  three  nights,
during  which  not  a  single  person  who  heard  him  was  tired,  or
remarked  the  difference  between  daylight  and  dark.  The  soldiers
only  cheering  tremendously,  when  occasionally,  once  in  nine
hours,  the  Prince  paused  to  suck  an  orange,  which  Jones  took
out  of  the  bag.  He  explained  in  terms  which  we  say  we  shall
not  attempt  to  convey,  the  whole  history  of  the  previous  trans-
action :  and  his  determination  not  only  not  to  give  up  his  sword,
but  to  assume  his  rightful  crown :  and  at  the  end  of  this  extra-
ordinary, this  truly  gigantic  effort^  Captain  Hedzoff  flung  up
his  helmet,  and  cried,  '^  Hurray !  Hurray  !  Long  live  King
Giglio  ! ''

Such  were  the  consequences  of  having  employed  his  time  well
at  College !

When  the  excitement  had  ceased,  beer  was  ordered  out  for  the
army,  and  their  Sovereign  himself  did  not  disdain  a  little !  And
now  it  was  with  some  alarm  that  Captain  Hedzoff  told  him  his
division   was    only    the    advanced   guard    of    the   Paflagonian


96  HASTEN,    RESCUE  !    GIGLIO   RUN  !   FOR

contingent,  hastening  to  King  Padella^s  aid.  The  main  force
being  a  daj's  march  in  the  rear  under  his  Royal  Highness  Prince
Bulbo.
