Identifier: roseringorhistor01thac (find matches)
Title: The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Thackeray, William Makepeace, 1811-1863
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Publisher: Boston, D. Estes & Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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n High Street, and through the market-place, and down to theleft, and over the bridge, and up the blind alley, and back again, andround by the castle, and so along by the haberdashers on the right,opposite the lamp-post, and rouiul the square, and she came—shecame to the execution jolace, where she saw Bulbo laying his head onthe block ! ! ! The executioner raised his axe, but at that moment theprincess came panting up, and cried Reprieve ! Reprieve !screamed the princess. Reprieve! shouted all the people. Up thescaffold stairs she sprang with the agility of a lighter of lamps, andflinging herself in Bulbos arms, regardless of all ceremony, she criedout, 0 my prince ! my lord ! my love ! ray Bulbo ! Thine Angelicahas been in time to save thy jjrecious existence, sweet rosebud ; toprevent thy being nipped in thy young bloom ! Had aught befallenthee, Angelica too had died, and welcomed death that joined her toher Bulbo. Hm ! theres no accounting for tastes, said Bulbo, looking so very
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ANGELICA ARRIVES JUST I.N TIM 81 muc-li puzzled and uucoiiiibrtable, that the jniucess, in tones of tender-est strain, asked the cause of his disquiet. I tell you what it is, x\ngelica, said lie, since I caine here yes-terday, there lias been such a row, and disturbance, and quarreliufr.and lighting, and ciiopping of heads oh, and the deuce to pay, that fam inclined to go back to Crim Tartary.* But with me as thy bride, my Bulbo ! Though wherever thou artis Crim Tartary to me, my bold, my beautiful, my Bulbo ! Well, well, I suppose we must be married, says Bulbo. Doctor,you came to read the Funeral Service—read the Marriage f^ervicc,will you? AYhat must be, must. That will satisfy Angelica; andthen, in the name of peace and quietness, do let us go back to break-fast. Bulbo had carried a rose in his mouth all the lime of the dismalceremony. It was a fairy rose, and he was told by his mother that heought never to part with it; so he had kept it between his teeth, evenwhen he laid his

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