The Wandering Jew, Book IV.

n's daughters) was led away before a magistrate, a noisy and animated scene was transpiring on the Place du Chatelet,

night was

of songs as they crossed the square. But on catching sight of a second troop of mummers running about the water-side, the first party stopped to wait

with the lark, she was hurrying to receive some work from her employer. Remembering how a mob had treated her when she had been arrested in the streets only the day before, by mistake, the poor work-girl's fears may be imagined when she was now surrounded by the revellers against her will. But, s

hich goes frequently to the Chaumiere, the Prado, the Colisee, and other more or less rowdyish haunts of w

party, seemed to be very impatiently expecting som

taloons and fairies, Turks and sultans, debardeurs and debardeuses, paired off mor

even in the morning, so their carria

al Queen has got to lead off

n that, and I'd 'a stayed ther

er your beloved Queen a

inch for y

ting the be-yutiful white satin jacket my mamma

al Queen your beloved, then?

is only one moon in the nights of nature, and onl

entine! You can't come o

he Queen was an out

ime fe

w her more

wasn't her dr

ur breat

ush

ea

-me

last

he can get up

hen, th

g, twisting! There is not such another

it by rolling it round your great body. I don't choose to have m

sed as a Turk, and, when I talk of

hem all, Gobinet; she's

ee

chose to be as showy as she is they would talk of me as much. Af

ing to envy her-since

h, Gobinet, that Cel

d a nickname-when one

put that down t

l help you to

total. When I carry one, the

tial name does not go well with your charming little face, whi

; wheedle me

if you liked, you could spread yourself as much as

Bacchanal had cheek eno

f her fascinati

etizing t

hey please; she always fini

all call h

country girl) whose purity took up arms again

he Bacchanal Queen, having opposite

ng tulips as full-

true what they sa

ha

ter, and scribbles pa

m at my employer's, with whom he deals

nds to be

Moulin. Add, that he drinks like a fish, and you have the photo of the cove. All this doesn't prevent his writing for the religious newspapers; and the saints, whom he lets in even oftener than himself, are ready to swear by him. You should see his articles and his tracts-only see, no

d a heavy swell. How he rattled on with little R

e looked in his Roman

divinely, too; she h

show her he

ove the level of any common leg-shaker. I always come

was

as se

ly, I would entrust her wit

wever, which offended

, it was a l

goin' up forever?' 'No, modest warrior!' replies the Queen; 'I practice the step only once every eve

a comi

e will remain alway

e has been

tudents and shop-boys, to give ourselves airs! N

a team for three o

upon him, an

t lead a

spends. It appears that he pays all last night's expenses, three coaches

good nose for eating and drinking, made acquaintance with him last night-leav

makes people laugh-but that's all. Little Rose-Pompon, who is such a pretty cre

hes!" exclaimed the cr

nal Queen had a bad heart; but the sight of the wretched poverty of Mother Bunch-a poverty which she had herself shared, but which she had not had the strength of mind to bear any longer-caused such bitter grief to the

forward with enthusiasm, so that Mother Bunch, carried on against her will,

lver, and enormous tail from which the powder escaped in puffs, and a hat adorned with long ribbons, preceded the

stume; altogether an indescribable mass of bright colors, flowers, ribbons, tinsel and spangles. Amid this heap of strange forms and dresses appeared wild or graceful countenances, ugly or handsome features-but all animated by the feverish

four dancers of the famous step of the Storm-blown Tulip-Nin

med Ninny Moulin, standing on the front cushions, would have presented a magnificent study for Callot or Gavarni, that eminent artist,

ssic regularity of its outline. Beneath this casque, shone forth the most rubicund and jovial face, that ever was purpled by the fumes of generous wine. A prominent nose, with its primitive shape modestly concealed beneath a luxuriant growth of pimp

owed from his pamphlets against the enemies of Ultramontanism, and how his Catholic beliefs could float upwards in the midst of these mad excesses of drink and dancing. The question wou

pair of yellow tops to his boots. Leaning forward in front of the carriage, he uttered wild shouts of delight, mingled with the words: "Long live the Bacchanal Queen!"-after which, he shoo

still, no base or wicked passion had yet stamped there its fatal impress. He was the perfect type of the Parisian, as the term is generally applied, whether in the army, in the provinces, on board a king's ship, or a merchantman. It is not a compliment, and yet it is fa

t, trousers with broad blue stripes, a Cashmere shawl for a girdle with ends loosely floating, and a chimney

riage, standing up on

the Bacch

laced with silver, increased the effect of her bright black eyes, and of her round, carnation cheeks. She wore about her neck an orange-colored cravat, of the same material as her loose sash. Her tight jacket and narrow vest of light green velvet, with silver

Pompon. Mother Bunch's sister ruled, like a true monarch, over this mad revelry, which her very pres

s the energy of her vivacious constitution, that, notwithstanding many nights and days passed in one continued revel, her complexion was as pure, her cheeks as rosy, her neck as fresh and fair, as if she had that morning issued from some peaceful home. Her costume, though singular and fantastic, suited her admirably. It was composed of a tigh

l motion, for, almost every moment, a slight undulation of head, hips, and shoulders seemed to follow the music of an invisible orchestra; while the tip of h

hick braids, was drawn back from her rosy cheeks, and twisted behind her head. Her left hand rested on little Rose-Pompon's shoul

filled, like the first, with a pyramid of grotesque and extravagant masks. Amongst the delighted crowd, one person alone contemp

the young sempstress grew dim with tears; for, though the Bacchanal Queen seemed to share in the stunning gayety of all around her-though her face was radiant with smiles, and she appeared fully to e

more tenderly, that she thought her situation to be pitied. With her eyes fixed on the joyous and

Bacchanal Queen travelled along the crowd, i

h one bound, light as a ballet-dancer, she sprang from her movable throne (which fortunately

nt for it; whilst the masks who surrounded Mother Bunch drew back in surprise, and the latter, absorbed in the delight of embracing her sister, whose c

least one humiliation, she turned towards the carriage, and said: "Rose

d it round her sister, before the latter could speak or move.

Bunch, in alarm. "

ere we shall be alone. So make haste, dear little sis

dragged by her into the carriage, of which Ninny Moulin had just opened the door. And so, with the cloak of the Bacchanal Queen covering Mother Bunch's poor garments and defo