Queen Theodolinda, in her palace at Monza, encouraged the arts; it was because of her appreciative comprehension of such things that St. Gregory sent her the famous Iron Crown, of which a description has been given, on the occasion of the baptism of her son. Under the influence of these subsequently civilized barbarians many of the greatest specimens of carving in North Italy came into being.
He started to say "Uneasy lies the head that wears a frown," which was an aphorism of his own he thought highly of, but Theodolinda checked him. She knew that her father detested puns. It was perhaps his only virtue. "Bishop Chuff," said Quimbleton, "perhaps you are not aware of the strength and tenacity of the sentiment we represent.
Venice remained for eight years under the Austrians, who thereby obtained what, in flagrant perversion of the principles on which the Congress of Vienna professed to act, was accepted in 1815 as their title-deeds to its possession. Meanwhile, after the battle of Austerlitz, the city of the sea was tossed back to Napoleon, who incorporated it in the newly-created kingdom of Italy, which no more corresponded to its name than did the Gothic kingdom of which he arrogated to himself the heirship, when, placing the Iron Crown of Theodolinda upon his brow, he uttered the celebrated phrase: 'Dieu me l'a donnée, gare
Principalities and powers are in league against us. If the malt has lost its favor, wherewith shall it be malted?" He paused a moment, as though expecting a little applause, and Theodolinda murmured an encouraging "Here, here." With rekindled eye he resumed. "Alcohol, I say, will never be more than a memory. Yet even a memory must be kept alive. The great tradition must not die.
Bishop Chuff's piercing and cruel gaze stabbed all three. He ignored Theodolinda with contempt. There were no chairs: they were forced to stand. In a small mirror fastened to the edge of his desk the sneering potentate could note the dial-reading of the instrument without turning. He watched the reflected needle flicker and come to rest. "So, Mr.
A bee sagged along heavily in an irregular zig-zag, and a caterpillar, more agile and purposeful than any caterpillar they had ever seen, staggered swiftly across a carpet of moss. The same thought struck them simultaneously, and at that moment Theodolinda noticed a small white signboard affixed to a tree-trunk in the grove. "Bless me!" cried Quimbleton. "What a stroke of luck!
Agilulf, King of the Lombards, as his predecessors had done, fixed the seat of his kingship at Pavia, a city of Lombardy, and took to wife Theodolinda the widow of Autari, likewise King of the Lombards, a very fair lady and exceeding discreet and virtuous, but ill fortuned in a lover.
Theodolinda had presence of mind enough to pull out a little photograph of her father from some secret hiding place, and by putting her mind on it shook off the dominion of the other world. Quimbleton spoke with anguished remorse. "Mrs. Bleak is right. I've been trying to hide it from myself, but I can do so no longer. This monkey business what we might call this gorilla warfare must stop.
We will only land in front of a firing squad. I have only one idea, which I have been saving in case all else failed." The Bleaks were too discouraged to comment, but Theodolinda smiled bravely. "Virgil dear," she said, "your ideas are always so original. What is it?" Quimbleton stood up, unconsciously putting one foot on the portable brass rail which rested on its six-inch legs by the roadside.
The other day the Mint Julep Veterans of Kentucky held a memorial day here, and Mr. Bleak had to sink fifteen juleps to satisfy them. I tell him not to push himself too far, but he's still pretty new at the job. He likes to go over the top every day." "Your face is very familiar," said Theodolinda. "Where have we seen you before?" "I wondered if you'd recognize me," said the bartender.