40 PRINCE PRIGIO.
Bisnagar, and which the fairies had brought,
with the other presents, to the christening of Prince Prigio. When he arrived at the house where the ball was going on, he put the magical carpet in the portmanteau, and left it in the cloakroom, receiving a numbered ticket in exchange. Then he marched in all his glory (and, of course, without the cap of darkness) into the room where they were dancing. Everybody made place for him, bowing down to the ground, and the loyal band struck up The Prince's March :
Heaven bless our Prince Prigio ! What is there he doesn't know ? Greek, Swiss, German (High and Low), And the names of the mountains in Mexico, Heaven bless the prince !
He used to be very fond of this march, and the words—some people even said he had made them himself. But now, somehow, he didn't much like it. He went straight to the Duke of Stumpfelbahn, the Hereditary Master of the Ceremonies, and asked to be introduced to the beautiful young lady. She was the daughter of the new English Ambassador, and her name