In the meantime, I may say that I had been presented at court, and was
told that my reception had been considered as singularly gracious;
indeed, I had several interviews both with the King and Queen, at which
from time to time the Queen got everything from me that I had in the
world, clothes and all, except the two buttons I had given to Yram, the
loss of which seemed to annoy her a good deal. I was presented with a
court suit, and her Majesty had my old clothes put upon a wooden dummy,
on which they probably remain, unless they have been removed in
consequence of my subsequent downfall. His Majesty’s manners were those
of a cultivated English gentleman. He was much pleased at hearing that
our government was monarchical, and that the mass of the people were
resolute that it should not be changed; indeed, I was so much
encouraged by the evident pleasure with which he heard me, that I
ventured to quote to him those beautiful lines of Shakespeare’s—
“There’s a divinity doth hedge a king,
Rough hew him how we may;”
but I was sorry I had done so afterwards, for I do not think his
Majesty admired the lines as much as I could have wished.
There is no occasion for me to dwell further upon my experience of the
court, but I ought perhaps to allude to one of my conversations with
the King, inasmuch as it was pregnant with the most important
consequences.
He had been asking me about my watch, and enquiring whether such
dangerous inventions were tolerated in the country from which I came. I
owned with some confusion that watches were not uncommon; but observing
the gravity which came over his Majesty’s face I presumed to say that
they were fast dying out, and that we had few if any other mechanical
contrivances of which he was likely to disapprove. Upon his asking me
to name some of our most advanced machines, I did not dare to tell him
of our steam-engines and railroads and electric telegraphs, and was
puzzling my brains to think what I could say, when, of all things in
the world, balloons suggested themselves, and I gave him an account of
a very remarkable ascent which was made some years ago. The King was
too polite to contradict, but I felt sure that he did not believe me,
and from that day forward though he always showed me the attention
which was due to my genius (for in this light was my complexion
regarded), he never questioned me about the manners and customs of my
country.
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