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'Twas a heart-kindling smile,—a smile of praise— Well, musing thus on all my fortunes past, A Neighbour drew the latchet of my door, And full of news from town, in many words Big with rich names, told of this grand procession. E'en as he spoke a fancy seiz'd my soul To see the princess pass, if in her face I yet might trace some semblance of her mother. This is the simple truth; laugh as thou wilt, I came not for the show.

Officer to Geof. Make way, that the procession may have room; Stand you aside, and let this man have place.

Geof. But that thou art the prince's officer, I'd give thee back thy push with better blows.

Officer. What wilt thou not give place? the prince is near, I will complain to him, and have thee caged.

Geof. Yes do complain, I pray; and when thou dost, Say that the private of the tenth brigade, Who sav'd his army on the Danube's bank, And since that time a private hath remain'd, Dares, as a citizen, his right maintain Against thy insolence. Go tell him this, And ask him then what dungeon of his tower He'll have me thrust into?