PRINCE RICARDO. 157

 

am determined to make an effort, if I go alone,
and Europe shall here of Prince Charles.
Having heard—as who has not ?—of your royal
Highness’s courage and sordsmanship, I throw
myself at your feet, and implore you to asist
a prins in distres. Let our sords be drawn
together in the caus of freedom and an out-
raged country, my own.
“¢*T remain,
“** Prins and dear Cuzen,
“© CHARLES, P. W..’

““P, W. means Prince of Wales,’’ added
Jaqueline. ‘He is turned out of England, you
know, and lives at Rome with his father.”

“‘T like that chap,” said Prince Ricardo.
‘He does not spell very well, as you say, but
I sometimes make mistakes myself; and I
like his spirit. I’ve been looking out for an
adventure; but the big game is getting shy,
and my sword rusts in his scabbard. Ill tell
you what, Jack—I’ve an idea! I’ll put him on
the throne of his fathers; it’s as easy as
shelling peas: and as for that other fellow, the
Elector, I’ll send him back to Hanover,
wherever that may be, and he can go on
electing, and polling his vote in peace and
quietness, at home. Just wait till I spot the
places.”

The prince ran up to the turret, fetched the
magic spy-glass, and looked up London, Rome,
and Hanover, as you would in a map.