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The queen went directly to her oratory, musing all the way, as she walked through the gallery, upon the subject; turning it this way and that way in her fancyAve Maria!what can La-Fosseuse mean? said she, kneeling down upon the cushion. La Guyol, La Battarelle, La Maronette, La Sabatiere, retired instantly to their chambersWhiskers! said all four of them to themselves, as they bolted their doors on the inside. The Lady Carnavallette was counting her beads with both hands, unsuspected, under her farthingalfrom St. Antony down to St. Ursula inclusive, not a saint passed through her fingers without whiskers; St. Francis, St. Dominick, St. Bennet, St. Basil, St. Bridget, had all whiskers. The Lady Baussiere had got into a wilderness of conceits, with moralizing too intricately upon La Fosseuses textShe mounted her palfrey, her page followed herthe host passed bythe Lady Baussiere rode on. One denier, cried the order of mercyone single denier, in behalf of a thousand patient captives, whose eyes look towards heaven and you for their redemption. The Lady Baussiere rode on. Pity the unhappy, said a devout, venerable, hoary-headed man, meekly holding up a box, begirt with iron, in his withered handsI beg for the unfortunategood my Lady, tis for a prisonfor an hospitaltis for an old mana poor man undone by shipwreck, by suretyship, by fireI call God and all his angels to witnesstis to clothe the nakedto feed the hungrytis to comfort the sick and the broken-hearted. The Lady Baussiere rode on. A decayed kinsman bowed himself to the ground. The Lady Baussiere rode on. He ran begging bare-headed on one side of her palfrey, conjuring her by the former bonds of friendship, alliance, consanguinity, &c.Cousin, aunt, sister, mother,for virtues sake, for your own, for mine, for Christs sake, remember mepity me. The Lady Baussiere rode on. Take hold of my whiskers, said the Lady BaussiereThe page took hold of her palfrey. She dismounted at the end of the terrace. There are some trains of certain ideas which leave prints of themselves about our eyes and eye-brows; and there is a consciousness of it, somewhere about the heart, which serves but to make these etchings the strongerwe see, spell, and put them together without a dictionary. Ha, ha! he, hee! cried La Guyol and La Sabatiere, looking close at each others printsHo, ho! cried La Battarelle and Maronette, doing the same:- -Whist! cried oneft, ft,said a secondhush, quoth a thirdpoo, poo, replied a fourthgramercy! cried the Lady Carnavallette;twas she who bewhiskerd St. Bridget. La Fosseuse drew her bodkin from the knot of her hair, and having traced the outline of a small whisker, with the blunt end of it, upon one side of her upper lip, put in into La Rebours handLa Rebours shook her head. The Lady Baussiere coughed thrice into the inside of her muffLa Guyol smiledFy, said the Lady Baussiere. The queen of Navarre touched her eye with the tip of her fore-fingeras much as to say, I understand you all. |
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