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halted, as if to enjoy the general sensation. I was perhaps 
the most enthusiastic person in the .whole crowd. The prob¬ 
ability is that I would have shouted, God save the King!—- 
God save the Quieen! had I not been apprehensive that the 
soldiers might mistake my meaning, and run me through the 
body for an attempt to create a revolution. As it was, I 
pressed my way through the crowd to the very first rank, 
and, in my zeal for royalty, displaced two officers who were 
standing before me, and who, upon seeing that I was a for¬ 
eigner, looked daggers at me, in Greek. 
King Otho was dressed in the Greek costume. The cos¬ 
tume looked well enough, but the king looked rather insig¬ 
nificant for a king. I expected to see a man seven feet high 
at least, with a head as big as a five-gallon keg, crowned 
with diamonds, and the nose and eyes like those of an eagle; 
but King Otho is rather a small man, with a small head and 
face, and rather a small show of character in the expression 
of his countenance. He is a pale, ugly little man, with dark 
eyes, dark hair, a dark mustache, and a very meagre face. 
To me he looked uncommonly unwholesome in mind and 
body. His dress was rich, but not more striking than many 
of the Greek costumes in the crowd. I thought he wore it 
to show his subjects that he was Greek to the back-bone—at 
least to the outside of the back-bone. There is not much 
Greek inside of him, according to all I could glean from the 
people of Athens, or much love for the Greek people ; and for 
this reason, perhaps, he puts on as much Greek outside as he 
conveniently can. 
The queen was dressed in a plain riding-habit, with a plain 
black riding-cap, instead of a golden crown, as I expected to 
see. She is a buxom young woman, of about thirty, of light 
complexion, blue eyes, full face, rather plain in features, but 
lively and good-humored looking. In Washington City, which 
I have the honor to represent, she might pass for the daugh¬ 
ter of a neighboring farmer, more accustomed to jumping 
fences and hunting up the cows than to the atmosphere of 
royalty. However, I like Gueen Otho, and for this reason I 
feel disposed to compliment her by the comparison. God 
