beautiful song is heard. It is sung by the Prince of the Ode,
(25) and it runs as follows:

"My first makes all Nature appear with one face,
At my second are music, beauty, and grace;
And if this charade you cannot e'er guess,--
Throwing my whole at your head,-- I'll take the princess." (26)

But he didn't. The princess remained for another. A poor knight from the
Land of Cakes (27) inquired for Tom of Lincoln, (28) but he did not live
long enough to use the information when it was given him. An arrogant
fellow who imagined the princess was his, said, "Tell me, if you can, to
whom did the flying tapestry belong?" (29) That was the last question
this man ever propounded. A tall minstrel, who reminded one of the Snow
King, (30) presented this:

"My first we oft lend to each other in turn,
To borrow it would be exceedingly droll;
My next near my first you may often discern.
In my first too, alas! you perhaps find my whole." (31)

"Tell me where I can find the Key of Russia?" (32) inquired a bold
adventurer. The Wizard told him, and, brave as he was, he lost his head
completely.

"I am here to seek the First Gentleman of Europe," (33) said a young
gallant. "You are on the road to him," rejoined the Wizard.

A jolly old chap, who resembled the King (34) noted for his penmanship,
walking up slowly, shouted:

"What insects (35) does everybody sleep on?"

The princess was yet to be won.

Jack-amend-all (36) then said, "Who was the first Lady Magistrate?" (37)
After poor Jack was despatched, there came up the citizen (38) of New
Jersey who laid plans to kill King George III., but fired some British
naval stores instead. He said this business of trying to get the
princess was coming to be so hazardous that, old as he was, he would
have to be allowed to ask four questions or none at all. The Wizard
agreed readily.

"Who (39) made the first use of steam-power in printing?" he asked, and
the Wizard answered promptly.

"In what city (40) was the first republican government in America
established?" The Wizard again answered promptly.

The man began to look grave. Half his chances were gone. Summoning
courage, he propounded this: "The name of the wife (41) of an English
admiral who tried to get state secrets from an American gentleman by
arranging some social games of whist." The Wizard related the incident,
with names of all parties, without an instant's hesitation. The sweat
began to start on the