Colossus instantly, with his teeth, cracked off the superior part of the cupola, and then applying his lips to the instrument, began to sound it like a trumpet.

'Twas martial beyond description--_tantara!_--_tara!_--_ta!_ During the concert I walked in the park with Lady Fragrantia: she was dressed that morning in a _chemise a la reine_.

"I like," said she, "the dew of the morning, 'tis delicate and ethereal, and, by thus bespangling me, I think it will more approximate me to the nature of the rose [for her looks were like Aurora]; and to confirm the vermilion I shall go to Spa." "And drink the Podhon spring ?" added I, gazing at her from top to toe.

"Yes," replied the lovely Fragrantia, "with all my heart; 'tis the drink of sweetness and delicacy.

Never were there any creatures like the water-drinkers at spa; they seem like so many thirsty blossoms on a peach-tree, that suck up the shower in the scorching heat.