Well, now, fancy, Don Philipo, our new duke, did all he could to remain serious, and when he could not manage it, he would hide his face in his hat so that people should not see that he was laughing, for it is said that laughter ought never to disturb the grave and stiff countenance of an Infante of Spain, and that he would be dishonoured in Madrid if he did not conceal his mirth.

What do you think of that?
Can such manners suit us?
Here we laugh willingly and heartily! Oh! the good Duke Antonio (God rest his soul!) was certainly as great a prince as Duke Philipo, but he did not hide himself from his subjects when he was pleased, and he would sometimes laugh so heartily that he could be heard in the streets.

Now we are all in the most fearful confusion, and for the last three months no one in Parma knows what's o'clock." "Have all the clocks been destroyed ?" "No, but ever since God created the world, the sun has always gone down at half-past five, and at six the bells have always been tolled for the Angelus.

All respectable people knew that at that time the candle had to be lit.

Now, it is very strange, the sun has gone mad, for he sets every day at a different hour.