vapors, and disperse them. Lift up thy face, and smile upon the people."
So saying, the duke scattered a handful of coins to right and left, then retired to his place. The mock king did mechanically as he had been bidden. His smile had no heart in it, but few eyes were near enough or sharp enough to detect that. The noddings of his plumed
"MY LIEGE, IT IS AN ILL TIME FOR DREAMING." head as he saluted his subjects were full of grace and graciousness; the largess which he delivered from his hand was royally liberal: so the people's anxiety vanished, and the acclamations burst forth again in as mighty a volume as before.
Still once more, a little before the progress was ended, the duke was obliged to ride forward, and make remonstrance. He whispered,—
"O dread sovereign! shake off these fatal humors: the eyes of the
