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"
To
London
!
"
Hendon
moved
on
again
,
mightily
contented
with
the
answer
--
but
astounded
at
it
too
.
The
whole
journey
was
made
without
an
adventure
of
importance
.
But
it
ended
with
one
About
ten
o'clock
on
the
night
of
the
19th
of
February
they
stepped
upon
London
Bridge
,
in
the
midst
of
a
writhing
,
struggling
jam
of
howling
and
hurrahing
people
,
whose
beer-jolly
faces
stood
out
strongly
in
the
glare
from
manifold
torches
--
and
at
that
instant
the
decaying
head
of
some
former
duke
or
other
grandee
tumbled
down
between
them
,
striking
Hendon
on
the
elbow
and
then
bounding
off
among
the
hurrying
confusion
of
feet
.
So
evanescent
and
unstable
are
men
's
works
in
this
world
!
--
the
late
good
King
is
but
three
weeks
dead
and
three
days
in
his
grave
,
and
already
the
adornments
which
he
took
such
pains
to
select
from
prominent
people
for
his
noble
bridge
are
falling
.
A
citizen
stumbled
over
that
head
,
and
drove
his
own
head
into
the
back
of
somebody
in
front
of
him
,
who
turned
and
knocked
down
the
first
person
that
came
handy
,
and
was
promptly
laid
out
himself
by
that
person
's
friend
.
It
was
the
right
ripe
time
for
a
free
fight
,
for
the
festivities
of
the
morrow
--
Coronation
Day
--
were
already
beginning
;
everybody
was
full
of
strong
drink
and
patriotism
;
within
five
minutes
the
free
fight
was
occupying
a
good
deal
of
ground
;
within
ten
or
twelve
it
covered
an
acre
of
so
,
and
was
become
a
riot
.
By
this
time
Hendon
and
the
King
were
hopelessly
separated
from
each
other
and
lost
in
the
rush
and
turmoil
of
the
roaring
masses
of
humanity
.
And
so
we
leave
them
.
Whilst
the
true
King
wandered
about
the
land
poorly
clad
,
poorly
fed
,
cuffed
and
derided
by
tramps
one
while
,
herding
with
thieves
and
murderers
in
a
jail
another
,
and
called
idiot
and
impostor
by
all
impartially
,
the
mock
King
Tom
Canty
enjoyed
quite
a
different
experience
.
When
we
saw
him
last
,
royalty
was
just
beginning
to
have
a
bright
side
for
him
.
This
bright
side
went
on
brightening
more
and
more
every
day
:
in
a
very
little
while
it
was
become
almost
all
sunshine
and
delightfulness
.
He
lost
his
fears
;
his
misgivings
faded
out
and
died
;
his
embarrassments
departed
,
and
gave
place
to
an
easy
and
confident
bearing
.
He
worked
the
whipping-boy
mine
to
ever-increasing
profit
.
He
ordered
my
Lady
Elizabeth
and
my
Lady
Jane
Grey
into
his
presence
when
he
wanted
to
play
or
talk
,
and
dismissed
them
when
he
was
done
with
them
,
with
the
air
of
one
familiarly
accustomed
to
such
performances
.
It
no
longer
confused
him
to
have
these
lofty
personages
kiss
his
hand
at
parting
.
He
came
to
enjoy
being
conducted
to
bed
in
state
at
night
,
and
dressed
with
intricate
and
solemn
ceremony
in
the
morning
.
It
came
to
be
a
proud
pleasure
to
march
to
dinner
attended
by
a
glittering
procession
of
officers
of
state
and
gentlemen-at-arms
;
insomuch
,
indeed
,
that
he
doubled
his
guard
of
gentlemen-at-arms
,
and
made
them
a
hundred
.
He
liked
to
hear
the
bugles
sounding
down
the
long
corridors
,
and
the
distant
voices
responding
,
"
Way
for
the
King
!
"
He
even
learned
to
enjoy
sitting
in
throned
state
in
council
,
and
seeming
to
be
something
more
than
the
Lord
Protector
's
mouthpiece
.
He
liked
to
receive
great
ambassadors
and
their
gorgeous
trains
,
and
listen
to
the
affectionate
messages
they
brought
from
illustrious
monarchs
who
called
him
brother
.
O
happy
Tom
Canty
,
late
of
Offal
Court
!
