Burlesques William Makepeace Thackeray

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They lived in tremenjus splendor at home in their pyturnle alls, and had no end of pallises,
willers, and town and country resadences; but their fayvorit resadence was called the Castle
of the Island of Fogo.
Add I the penn of the hawther of a Codlingsby himself, I coodnt dixcribe the gawjusness of
their aboad. They add twenty-four footmen in livery, besides a boy in codroys for the
knives & shoes. They had nine meels aday—Shampayne and pineapples were served to
each of the young ladies in bed before they got up. Was it Prawns, Sherry-cobblers, lobstersalids,
or maids of honor, they had but to ring the bell and call for what they chose. They
had two new dresses every day—one to ride out in the open carriage, and another to appear
in the gardens of the Castle of the Island of Fogo, which were illuminated every night like
Voxhall. The young noblemen of France were there ready to dance with them, and festif
suppers concludid the jawyus night.
Thus they lived in ellygant ratirement until Missfortune bust upon this happy fammaly.
Etached to his Princes and abommanating the ojus Lewyphlip, the Marcus was conspiring
for the benefick of the helder branch of the Borebones—and what was the consquince?—
One night a fleat presented itself round the Castle of the Island of Fogo—and skewering
only a couple of chests of jewils, the Marcus and the two young ladies in disgyise, fled
from that island of bliss. And whither fled they?—To England!—England the ome of the
brave, the refuge of the world, where the pore slave never setts his foot but he is free!
Such was the ramantic tail which was told to 2 friends of ours by the Marcus de Viddlers
himself, whose daughters, walking with their page from Ungerford Market (where they had
been to purchis a paper of srimps for the umble supper of their noble father), Yardham and
his equaintnce, Munseer Jools, had remarked and admired.
But how had those two young Erows become equainted with the noble Marcus?—That is a
mistry we must elucydate in a futur vollam.
THE STARS AND STRIPES.
THE AUTHOR OR "THE LAST OF THE MULLIGANS," "PILOT," ETC
I.
The King of France was walking on the terrace of Versailles; the fairest, not only of
Queens, but of women, hung fondly on the Royal arm; while the children of France were