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'Lend me a smelling-bottle, somebody. I certainly shall faint with joy. 'YOU my bride? roars out Giglio. 'YOU marry my Prince? cried poor little Rosalba. 'Pooh! Nonsense! The woman's mad! exclaims the King. And all the courtiers exhibited by their countenances and expressions, marks of surprise, or ridicule, or incredulity, or wonder.
'Oh, sir! Rosalba said, withdrawing her hand in great fright. 'Your Lordship is exceedingly kind; but I am sorry to tell you that I have a prior attachment to a young gentleman by the name of Prince Giglio and never never can marry any one but him. Who can describe Hogginarmo's wrath at this remark?
Her diary of two years in Paris was published in Venice. It is curious and interesting, as it sets forth the customs of society, and especially those of artists of the period. Returning to Venice, Rosalba suffered great depression and was haunted by a foreboding of calamity. She lived very quietly.
O extraordinary coincidence, which I am sure none of you could BY ANY POSSIBILITY have divined! When the lions came to Rosalba, instead of devouring her with their great teeth, it was with kisses they gobbled her up!
As for Rosalba, she was borne away lifeless by her ladies; and you may imagine the look of agony which Giglio cast towards that lovely being, as his hope, his joy, his darling, his all in all, was thus removed, and in her place the horrid old Gruffanuff rushed up to his side, and once more shrieked out, 'Justice, justice!
'Rosalba needs no ring, I am sure, says Giglio, with a low bow. 'She is beautiful enough, in my eyes, without any enchanted aid. 'Oh, sir! said Rosalba. 'Take off the ring and try, said the King, and resolutely drew the ring off her finger. In HIS eyes she looked just as handsome as before!
"Well, Archbishop," said he in a dreadful voice, that made his Grace start, "since this Fairy has led me to the height of happiness but to dash me down into the depths of despair, since I am to lose Rosalba, let me at least keep my honor. Get up, Countess, and let us be married; I can keep my word, but I can die afterwards."
Smith and Jones were promoted to be Earls; the Crim Tartar Order of the Pumpkin and the Paflagonian decoration of the Cucumber were freely distributed by their Majesties to the army. Queen Rosalba wore the Paflagonian Ribbon of the Cucumber across her riding-habit, whilst King Giglio never appeared without the grand Cordon of the Pumpkin.
"Last Tuesday week Baron Spinachi and a number of gentlemen, attached to the former dynasty, appeared in arms, crying, 'God save Rosalba, the first Queen of Crim Tartary! and surrounding a lady whom report describes as 'BEAUTIFUL EXCEEDINGLY. Her history MAY be authentic, IS certainly most romantic.
The King took his place in the royal box, having the officers of his Court around and the Count Hogginarmo by his side, upon whom His Majesty was observed to look very fiercely; the fact is, royal spies had told the monarch of Hogginarmo's behaviour, his proposals to Rosalba, and his offer to fight for the crown.
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