Great leaders: Historic portraits from the great historians
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Great leaders: Historic portraits from the great historians
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Such was the prince whom the populace of London now crowded to behold.
His stately form, his intellectual forehead, his piercing black eye, his
Tartar nose and mouth, his gracious smile, his frown black with all the
stormy rage and hate of a barbarian tyrant, and above all a strange
nervous convulsion which sometimes transformed his countenance, during
a few moments, into an object on which it was impossible to look without
terror, the immense quantities of meat which he devoured, the pints of
brandy which he swallowed, and which, it was said, he had carefully
distilled with his own hands, the fool who jabbered at his feet, the
monkey which grinned at the back of his chair, were, during some weeks,
popular topics of conversation. He meanwhile shunned the public gaze
with a haughty shyness which inflamed curiosity. He went to a play; but
as soon as he perceived that pit, boxes, and gallery were staring, not
at the stage, but at him, he retired to a back bench where he was
screened from observation by his attendants. He was desirous to see a
sitting of the House of Lords; but, as he was determined not to be seen,
he was forced to climb up to the leads, and to peep through a small
window. He heard with great interest the royal assent given to a bill
for raising fifteen hundred thousand pounds by land-tax, and learned
with amazement that this sum, though larger by one half than the whole
revenue which he could wring from the population of the immense empire
of which he was absolute master, was but a small part of what the
Commons of England voluntarily granted every year to their
constitutional king.
William judiciously humored the whims of his illustrious guest, and
stole to Norfolk Street so quietly that nobody in the neighborhood
recognized his Majesty in the thin gentleman who got out of the
modest-looking coach at the czar’s lodgings. The czar returned the visit
with the same precautions, and was admitted into Kensington House by a
back door. It was afterward known that he took no notice of the fine
pictures with which the palace was adorned. But over the chimney of the
royal sitting-room was a plate which, by an ingenious machinery,
indicated the direction of the wind, and with this plate he was in
raptures.
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