So long as you remain here at Kew, I shall see that you are safe--safe." "God bless your Majesty!" "Eh ?" "God bless your noble Majesty ?" "Come--come--come," smiled the king in delight, "I thought I could conquer ye--conquer ye." "Not the king, but the king's kindness, your Majesty." "Join my army--army." Sadly looking down, Israel silently shook his head.
"You won't?
Well, gravel the walk then--gravel away.

Very stubborn race--very stubborn race, indeed--very--very--very." And still growling, the magnanimous lion departed.

How the monarch came by his knowledge of so humble an exile, whether through that swift insight into individual character said to form one of the miraculous qualities transmitted with a crown, or whether some of the rumors prevailing outside of the garden had come to his ear, Israel could never determine.

Very probably, though, the latter was the case, inasmuch as some vague shadowy report of Israel not being an Englishman, had, a little previous to his interview with the king, been communicated to several of the inferior gardeners.

Without any impeachment of Israel's fealty to his country, it must still be narrated, that from this his familiar audience with George the Third, he went away with very favorable views of that monarch.