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"
Throne
him
!
"
These
and
twenty
other
cries
broke
out
at
once
!
and
almost
before
the
poor
little
victim
could
draw
a
breath
he
was
crowned
with
a
tin
basin
,
robed
in
a
tattered
blanket
,
throned
upon
a
barrel
,
and
sceptred
with
the
tinker
's
soldering-iron
Then
all
flung
themselves
upon
their
knees
about
him
and
sent
up
a
chorus
of
ironical
wailings
,
and
mocking
supplications
,
whilst
they
swabbed
their
eyes
with
their
soiled
and
ragged
sleeves
and
aprons
--
"
Be
gracious
to
us
,
O
sweet
King
!
"
"
Trample
not
upon
thy
beseeching
worms
,
O
noble
Majesty
!
"
"
Pity
thy
slaves
,
and
comfort
them
with
a
royal
kick
!
"
"
Cheer
us
and
warm
us
with
thy
gracious
rays
,
O
flaming
sun
of
sovereignty
!
"
"
Sanctify
the
ground
with
the
touch
of
thy
foot
,
that
we
may
eat
the
dirt
and
be
ennobled
!
"
"
Deign
to
spit
upon
us
,
O
Sire
,
that
our
children
's
children
may
tell
of
thy
princely
condescension
,
and
be
proud
and
happy
for
ever
!
"
But
the
humorous
tinker
made
the
'
hit
'
of
the
evening
and
carried
off
the
honours
.
Kneeling
,
he
pretended
to
kiss
the
King
's
foot
,
and
was
indignantly
spurned
;
whereupon
he
went
about
begging
for
a
rag
to
paste
over
the
place
upon
his
face
which
had
been
touched
by
the
foot
,
saying
it
must
be
preserved
from
contact
with
the
vulgar
air
,
and
that
he
should
make
his
fortune
by
going
on
the
highway
and
exposing
it
to
view
at
the
rate
of
a
hundred
shillings
a
sight
.
He
made
himself
so
killingly
funny
that
he
was
the
envy
and
admiration
of
the
whole
mangy
rabble
.
