han from the love of
gain, seemed to consider the relations subsisting between the
traveller and himself as a favor to the former rather than to
the latter."

Mr. Bush had been in Manheim, which Louis Philippe had recently
visited, and he could speak German. This created quite an intimacy
between guest and host, and led to a long conversation. The journey
had been rough, the exposure great, and the youngest brother,
unaccustomed to such fatigue, was greatly exhausted. The Duke of
Orleans, who watched over his brother with parental tenderness, out
of regard to his prostration, asked the privilege, so common in
Europe, of having their dinner served to them in their own room. The
pride of the republican inn-keeper was touched.

"Such a request," writes G. N. Wright, "had never been heard
in the fair and fertile vale of Shenandoah, or, at all
events, within the limits of Bush's Winchester Hotel. It
infringed his rules; it wounded his professional pride; it
assailed his very honor. The recollection of Manheim, and the
pleasant days he had passed there--the agreeable opportunity
of living over those hours again in the conversation of the
Duke of Orleans--the gentle conduct of the three young
strangers--were all, in a moment of extravagant folly,
passion, and intractableness, forgotten, flung to the winds,
when, with a scornful air, he addressed Louis Philippe:

"'Since you are too good to eat at the same table with my
guests, you are too good to eat in my house. I desire,
therefore, that you leave it instantly.'"[F]

[Footnote F: Life and Times of Louis Philippe, by Rev. G. N. Wright,
p. 21.]

In vain did the Duke of Orleans endeavor to explain and convince his
irate host that he intended no disrespect. The weary travellers were
compelled immediately to leave, and to seek hospitality elsewhere.
Continuing their journey through a variety of adventures, some
amusing and some painful, they passed through Staunton, Abington, and
Knoxville, and reached Nashville, in Tennessee. After a short tarry
here, they continued their ride through Louisville, Lexington,
Maysville, Chilicothe, Lancaster, Zanesville, Wheeling, to Pittsburg,
in Pennsylvania. Their accommodations in these vast wilds were often
of the humblest kind. The three brothers often slept on the floor,
wrapped in their cloaks, in some wretched hut, with their feet
towards the blazing fire, while th