h which Kakidoran, born in Europe, has made
himself worthy of the gratitude of the whole Martinianic
nation, we have resolved to advance him to the rank of
nobility, so that he, and all his descendants shall be
regarded as true noblemen, and enjoy all the prerogatives
and rights, of which the nobility of Martinia are in
possession. Furthermore, we have determined to dignify him
with a new name; he shall therefore from this day, be no
longer called Kakidoran, but Kikidorian. Moreover, since his
new dignity requires a richer style of living, we grant him
a yearly pension of two hundred patarer. Given in the
council-chamber of Martinia, the fourth day of the month
Merian, under the great seal of the Council."

Thus I suddenly became changed from a simple porteur to a respectable
nobleman, and lived for a long while in great splendor and honor. When
it was known that I was high in the favor of the president, everybody
sought my good will and protection. It is the fashion among the poets of
Martinia to panegyrize the tails of eminent monkeys, as it is with us to
eulogize the beauty of women. Several poets commended the beauty of my
tail, although I had none. To say everything on this subject in a few
words--their fawning servility towards me was so extreme, that a certain
man of high rank and station, did not hesitate, nor did he feel himself
shamed, to promise me that his wife should make herself agreeable to me
in every possible way, provided that I would recompense him by
recommending him to the president.

When I had lived in this land for the space of two years, at first a
_porteur_ and latterly a nobleman, an incident, entirely unexpected,
occurred, which was nearly fatal to me. I had, up to this period, been
in special favor with his Excellency; and her Grace, the president's
lady, had evinced so much kindness to me, that I was regarded the first
among all her favorites. She was distinguished for her virtue; but, when
in the lapse of time, I perceived one after another ambiguity in her
expressions, I began to feel a kind of mistrust, especially when I
observed that

Sometimes she'd smile with wanton grace,
Then unto sudden tears give place,
While gazing, silent, on my face
With mild devotion.
Her's all the art of tenderness,
That pleases while it wounds no less:
Her breasts, half-covered, now confess