We saw the hat raised.

The cannon was fired and roared; the band struck up a pompous slow march: and the tent-veil broke apart and rolled off.

It was like the dawn flying and sunrise mounting.
I confess I forgot all thought of my father for awhile; the shouts of the people, the braying of the brass instruments, the ladies cheering sweetly, the gentlemen giving short, hearty expressions of applause, intoxicated me.

And the statue was superb-horse and rider in new bronze polished by sunlight.
'It is life-like! it is really noble! it is a true Prince!' exclaimed Miss Sibley.

She translated several exclamations of the ladies and gentlemen in German: they were entirely to the same effect.