Butte record., 1855-10-20

sFaphy' directly to Nisus, that celebra-
ted greyhound, given by Charles * to
his friend Ronsard, the poet.
"Good morning, Marchioncss,o said
the King, as he entered, putting down
his fowling-piece in a cornor. Il have
come to ak your hospitality. We were
caught in shower, at your Cute
Richelieu and 1 I have packed off
Richelieu.''
"Ah, Sire, that wasn't very kind of
you"
"H"shl" replied the King, in good
hamoT q tone. Its only mid day; and
if the Marshal had forced his way in here
at SO early an hour, he would have
Dragged oft every where, thi very eve
ming. He is very apt to compromise
one, and he IS great coxcomb too, the
old Duke But don't put yourself cut
Of the way, Marchioness. Let Aspasia
finish this becoming pile Of your head
dress, and Florine spread out with her
SILVER knife the scented powder that
blends 50 well with the lilies and the
roses Of your bewitching face Why,
Marchicness, you're 50 pretty, one could
eat YOU upl'
You think ma SO, Sire;"
Il tell You - every day. Oh, what
fine orangesl"
And the King seated himself upon the
roomy sofa, by the side OF the Marchion-
ess, whose rosy fnger-tips he kissed
with an infnity. Of grace. Then taking
up one Of the oranges that he had ad-
mir-d, he proceeded leisurcly to ex,
anime it.
"Bot," said he at length, "what are
oranges doing by the side of yorr Chi
nesc powdor-boz and your scent-bottles:
Is there any connection between this
fruit and the ma'ntenance-easy as it is,
Marchioness-of your charms;'
"Thcse oranges" replied the lady,
gravely, "fulfled ja,t now, Sire, the
functions of destiny"
The King opened wide his eyes, and
stroked the long ears of his dog, by way
of giving he NarcLioness time to explain
her meaning
It was the Countess who gave them
to me, " she continued.
''Madame Dubarry;"
Exactly 50, Sire
a trumpery gift, it seems to me,
Marchioneys.
81 hold it, on the contrary, to be an
one; since l repeat to your
Majesty, that these oranges decide my
fate"
q give it up" said the King,
Imagine, Sire; yesterday found
the Countess occupied in tossing her or
auges up and down, in this way" And
the Marchioness recommended her game
with a skill that cannot be described.
Il seo," J" said the King; "she accom-
panied this singular amusement, with
the words. Up, Choiseul! up, Praslin!'
and on my word, can fancy how the
pair jumped"
"Precisely so, Sire
"And do you dabbe in politics, Mar
ehioness: Have you a fancy for uniting
with the countess, just to mortify my
poor ninisters:"
"By no means, Sire; for, in place of
Monsieur de Choiseul and the Duke de
Pra~lin, was saying to myself, just
now, up, Menevall up, Beaugencv!'"
"Ay, ay," returned the King; "and
Why the deuce would you have them
jumping, those two good looking gentle
men--Nonsieu de MenneYal, who is a
Crocsus, and Monsieur de Beaugency,
who is statesman, and dances the min
uet to Perfection"
"I'n tell you, said the dame. 'You
know, Sire, that Monsieur de Menneval
is an accomplished gentleman, a hand
some man, gallant cavalier, an indie
ftigable d ncer, witty as Monsieur
Arouet. ard longing for nothing so much
as to hive in the country, on his estate
in Tuuraine, on the banks of the Loire,
with the woman whom he loves or viii
love, far from the Court, from grandeur
and from turmoil
And, on my life, he's in the right of
it, +" qaoth the King. Zone does become
50 wearied al Court"
"Ayo, and no. rejoined the widow,
rs shc pnt Oh her last beauty-spot.-
= No- are you unaware, Sire, that Mon