At this signal delicious music burst forth in a strange measure, swaying, rhythmical, and delightful. The maidens enlaced one another, and moved across the floor in perfect time. Their bodies seemed to float rather than tread the ground, as they passed the spell-bound visitors. The dance ceased as suddenly as it began. "Your Majesty" said _Mr. Punch_, "your country is, indeed, highly blessed, and your subjects are marvellously accomplished. You dwell here without men, without chaperons, and you are lovely," he added, with emotion, "beyond the power of words to express. Would that your example could be followed upon earth!" And with this, he and the Father kissed the young Queen's hand, and left the royal presence chamber. * * * * * VISIT TO SERIOCOMIX. "And so," said TIME, as he carefully arranged his forelock before a mirror in the corridor, in reply to a communication recently made to him by _Mr. Punch en route_, "and so we're to make a regular rollicking night of it'? You insist on taking me into every Music Hall in Seriocomix, hey, you young dog, you! Well, well, Sir, I'm not so young as I used to be--but I'm as fond of a bit of good honest wholesome fun as ever I was. So lead on!" [Illustration] They were in Seriocomix--a new and brilliant planet recently discovered by _Mr. Punch_--by the aid of WELLER's patent double-million gas-magnifying microscope (extra power). This star, as all astronomers are by this time aware, is a howling waste of extraordinary density, and occupied entirely by Music Halls, which TIME, for some inexplicable reason, was desirous of visiting in _Mr. Punch's_ company. _Mr. Punch_, though considerably TIME's junior, almost envied his companion's boyish eagerness for pleasure; he was so evidently unfamiliar with Music Halls. "If you are expecting to be vastly amused, Sir," _Mr. Punch_ ventured to hint, "I am afraid you may be just a trifle disappointed." "Disappointed?" said TIME; "not a bit of it, Sir; not a bit of it! Isn't a Music Hall a place of entertainment? You've plenty of them where _you_ come from, haven't you? They wouldn't be filled night after night, as I'm given to understand they are, if they didn't succeed in entertaining, _would_ they, now?" _Mr. Punch_ felt a natural reluctance to betray the weak points of any terrestrial institution. "Oh, _our_ Music Halls? they are perfection, of course," he said. "The entertainments there are distinguished by humour of the most refined and intellectual order. It only struck me that they mayn't be quite the same _here_, you know, that's all."