Trying To Change A Sovereign.

by his legitimate title , "Charles the Second . " The "Old Joe" will bear repeating here , how the saucy puss is said to have procured an earldom for her baby . Charles was strolling in the . grounds of Lauderdale House , Highgate—Nell ' s temporary abode . When the mamma appeared at an upper window , and , holding the infant aloft , threatened to throw him forth unless his Royal papa conferred a title upon him on the spotthe King is reported to have roared out

, in alarm , " Save the Earl of Burford . " Si non aero e ben trovato . A somewhat similar story of improving the occasion is told of a young lieutenant who picked up and restored the first Napoleon ' s hat when it was blown off at a review . " Thank you , Captain , " politel y said the Emperor , not observing that only one of the restorer ' s shoulders was adorned with an ej _ aulefcte . " In what regimentsire ? " promptly enquired the subaltern . The great man smiled

, , ancl , appreciating the readiness displayed , kindly answered , "In my own ;" and so the young fellow ' s wit changed his one epaulette into two ancl obtained for him his company . Digressive ? Yes ; granted . But some relief surel y from the deadl y perfume-laden " golden gallery " of Whitehall , and the " sad stories of the deaths of Kings , " or the means thereunto tending , to which we must return .

A little touch of the sauntering monarch may be permitted for a moment as he strolls among the prim flower beds ancl between the leaden statues and among the yews , cut to resemble cones and cheeses and crowing cocks , over the well-rolled gravel paths of the Highgate country house . I wonder whether Royalty ' s digestion was ever disturbed , as he looked from the dining-room windows , on his frequent visits to Nelly , at the great house over the way , * where the balusters of the staircase were formed of effi gies of the stout ironsides and musqueteers , who at Edgehill ancl Naseby

" stood back to back in God ' s name , And fought it to the last . " I wonder whether he ever felt queer as he thought of who used to live there , and whether it ever brought up associations in his mind of the Banquetting House window , and the scaffold hung with black , and the two men in masks , and , above all , of the last solemn enigmatical utterance as the riband and jewelled George passed from the dying one ' s hand to that of his faithful spiritual director"Remember !"

Depend upon it , he sauntered past this edifice with all these sad reminiscences gliding off his memory " like water off a cluck ' s back , " for he was a " saunterer , " as his noble delineator accuratel y phrases him . He sauntered through life . He sauntered into death , and , though he escaped the violent exit he never seems to have dreaded , there is little doubt that , however unconcerned he may have been , he , between his early manhood and his grave , ever strolled perilously near to the muzzles ancl daggers of the unscrupulous —•

foreign tools mostly , no doubt—violent fanatics , who , whether to secure the reign of " King Jesus , " or later , the regal triumph of Lucy Walters ' s engagingson—of rabid Whigamores or scheming Jesuits , who saw the restoration to Old England of its ancient title of the Island of the Saints , through submission to the glorious rule of Louis Qnatorze—each party thought the end justified the meansand were alike desirous of changing a soverei .

, gn Ancl Charles knew it perfectly well all his quarter of a century of sauntering un Roi faineant through the Mall ancl about the Cockpit ancl Courts of Whitehall ; in his lumbering journeys between Oxford and Newmarket and London . In the auwmfed hours he passed at the playhouses , during his vapid chats with his bored sultanas , bored by his thousand times reiterated " long story " of the flight from Worcester fi ght , with the introduction of tiresome