Then, the world's great bubble bursts; then, Life's clouds seem sweeping by, revealing heaven to our straining eyes; then, we tell our beads, and murmur pater- nosters; and in trembling accents cry--"Oro! be merciful." So, the monarch and Rozoko.
But not always were they thus.

Of bright, cheerful mornings, they took slow, tottering rambles in the woods; nodding over grotesque walking- sticks, of the Chimpanzee's handiwork.

For sedate Rozoko was a dilletante-arborist: an amateur in canes.

Indeed, canes at last became his hobby.

For half daft with age, sometimes he straddled his good staff and gently rode abroad, to take the salubrious evening air; deeming it more befitting exercise, at times, than walking.