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and all this, repeated, with slight variation, about fourteen 

 times, would furnish you with a very tolerable idea of an 

 imperial bear-hunt. 



Ent. What sort of a man is the Emperor ? 



Rus. A prince ; all the people love him ; he goes out every 

 where without guards or servants, often with the Empress and 

 his children, and the people just take off their caps when they 

 see him, and sometimes the peasants hurra him. He is a 

 good-looking man, has a fine open countenance, a command- 

 ing forehead, and wears large moustaches. He always 

 dresses in the usual green coat and epaulettes of an officer in 

 the army, without any particular distinguishing mark, and — 

 {the clock strikes the first stroke of tiveke, (tnd Rusticiis 

 vanishes.) 



Erro. He is gone. 



Ent. And for ever. 



Erro 



As the dew on the mountain, 



As the foam on the river, 

 As the bubble on the fountain. 



Ent. And what say you now ; are you convinced? 



Erro. It is passing strange ! 



Ent. These are things, Erro, which, like the cloud shadow 

 transversing the mountain side, pass over us and are forgotten, 

 or seen through an avenue of years, are but dimly re- 

 membered. 



Erro. O never, whilst memory retains her seat, can time 

 dim the impression of such a scene as that which we have 

 witnessed. 



Ent. a wonder ceases by becoming constant. 



Erro. I felt not the full force of this until it had past. 



(Exeunt. 



