Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, May, 1851.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, May, 1851.
Various
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"You've quite bewitched that little fellow," said Madame Thekla; and I
seemed to have bewitched all the little lads in the fair, for, by a
strangely-mysterious power, they were drawn toward us in crowds, from
all hands--little fellows in blouses, little fellows in little green and
brown surtouts, little fellows in old-fashioned and, in England, almost
forgotten, buttoned-up suits--and all crept bashfully toward us! Oh, the
wonderful magic of a twopenny-piece! Heaven only knows how the news of
this munificent gift of a _sechser_ had so swiftly spread through the
fair! One little lad actually had the bravery to say to me that
"children were admitted at half-price!" And was I not a cold-hearted
wretch to reply, "Oh, indeed!" just as though it were a matter of
perfect indifference to me, though, in truth, it was not; but I felt
rather appalled at the sight of such a crowd of little eager heads, well
knowing that my purse was not full to overflowing, even with
twopenny-pieces!
At length we were seated in the little theatre; and, after a fearful
charivari from the orchestra, the curtain drew up, and we beheld, seated
at a long table, a company of monkeys! It was a _table d'hôte_. A
dandified young fellow--perhaps Monsieur Le Cerf himself--in the most
elegant of cravats, the most elegant white wristbands, the most elegant
ring, and the most elegant moustache, performed the part of host; the
waiter and waitress were monkeys. The waiter--a most drunken,
good-for-nothing waiter he seemed--a fat, big ape--drank behind the
backs of the guests the very wine he was serving them with; he seemed so
very tipsy, that he could hardly walk; he staggered backward and
forward, and leaned against the wall for support, as he emptied the
bottle he was bringing for the company. But the little waitress! She was
a little darling; the tiniest of little monkeys, and she came skipping
on the stage in a little broad-brimmed straw hat, and a bright-colored
little dress, with the daintiest of little white muslin aprons on; she
looked just like a little fairy. Every body was enchanted with her. Even
Monsieur Le Cerf himself caressed her, and gave her not only, every now
and then, a nut, but a kiss. She behaved beautifully. But as to the
guests! They quarreled, and even fought--Monsieur Le Cerf said it was
about paying the bill.
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