“When Tony drinks the Blue Mountain’s milk He shall wear a Sunday suit of silk. He shall be tallest in all the Land, And hold the town under his command. He shall have greatness and we shall have grain; Soon may it happen and long may he reign! Hurrah. H. T. BIRKBECK.” The King read this, and said— “Well, I never!” And all the courtiers said the same. “Tony means Me,” said the King. The courtiers said that of course it did. “I am King Tony XXIII.,” said he. And the courtiers said of course he was. They all spoke at once like a chorus. “I was christened Anthony, of course,” his restless Majesty went on, fidgeting with his gold collar; “but I know that my subjects have always spoken of me behind my back by the endearing diminutive.” The courtiers assured the King that this was so. “I suppose there’s no one else called Tony?” The King turned a threatening glance on the crowd, and every one hastened to say “No, there wasn’t.” But old Tony turned extremely pale, and hurrying into the vestry, he tampered with the register of births, and altered his own name to Sydney Cecil Ernest Watchett. But young Tony spoke up. “My name’s Tony,” said he. “Oh, is it?” said His Majesty. “We’ll soon see about that. Guards, seize him! Now, what is your name?” “Tony,” said he. “Your name is not Tony,” said the King, “your name is——” he could not think of a name at the moment, so he stopped. Tony said, “My name is Tony.” “Take him to the Parliament House,” said the King, beside himself with rage. “Give him a taste of the Mace,” and Tony tasted the Mace and was stamped on by the Great Seal, who was very fierce and lived in a cage at the Parliament House, until he was stiff and sore and sorry enough to be glad to say that his name was anything the King liked, except Tony, which of course it never, never could have been. He admitted at last that his name was William Waterbury Watchett, and was discharged with a caution. [Illustration: TONY WAS STAMPED ON BY THE GREAT SEAL, WHO WAS VERY FIERCE.] “But my name _is_ Tony after all,” he said to himself as he went home, full of sad memories of the Mace and the Great Seal. “I wonder where the Blue Mountain is?”