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Still no one ascended the golden and crientle about it were arrayed as royally as any

co or queen need wish to be They promenaded up and down, arilded chairs; they

gathered in little groups to talk and laugh, did everything, in short,

but ascend the throne; and the solitary spectator up above began to grow

intensely curious to knoho it was for Their conversation he could

plainly hear, and to say that it aether inadequate to his feelings Not that it was the

reave his system each a shook, but the names by

which they addressed each other One answered to the aspiring cognomen

of the Duke of Northumberland; another was the Earl of Leicester;

another, the Duke of Devonshire; another, the Earl of Clarendon;

another, the Duke of Buckingham; and so on, ad infinitum, dukes and

earls alternately, like bricks and nitaries besides, so were dead for some years--Cardinal Wolsey,

Sir Tho Henry Darnley, Sir Walter

Raleigh, the Duke of Norfolk, the Earl of Southampton, the Duke of York,

and no end of others with equally sonorous titles As for mere lords and

baronets, and such s so plebeian present,

and they were evidently looked upon by the distinguished assembly, like

small beer in thunder, with pity and contempt The ladies, too, were all

duchesses, marchionesses, countesses, and looked fit for princesses,

Sir Norh as

that The tone of conversation was light and easy, but at the same

time extre

thehtful sort of a hich people of,