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<h1> THE ROSE AND THE RING </h1>
<h2> by William Makepeace Thackeray </h2>
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<h2> PRELUDE </h2>
<p>It happened that the undersigned spent the last Christmas season in a
foreign city where there were many English children.</p>
<p>In that city, if you wanted to give a child’s party, you could not even
get a magic-lantern or buy Twelfth-Night characters—those funny
painted pictures of the King, the Queen, the Lover, the Lady, the Dandy,
the Captain, and so on—with which our young ones are wont to
recreate themselves at this festive time.</p>
<p>My friend Miss Bunch, who was governess of a large family that lived in
the Piano Nobile of the house inhabited by myself and my young charges (it
was the Palazzo Poniatowski at Rome, and Messrs. Spillmann, two of the
best pastrycooks in Christendom, have their shop on the ground floor):
Miss Bunch, I say, begged me to draw a set of Twelfth-Night characters for
the amusement of our young people.</p>
<p>She is a lady of great fancy and droll imagination, and having looked at
the characters, she and I composed a history about them, which was recited
to the little folks at night, and served as our FIRESIDE PANTOMIME.</p>
<p>Our juvenile audience was amused by the adventures of Giglio and Bulbo,
Rosalba and Angelica. I am bound to say the fate of the Hall Porter
created a considerable sensation; and the wrath of Countess Gruffanuff was
received with extreme pleasure.</p>
<p>If these children are pleased, thought I, why should not others be amused
also? In a few days Dr. Birch’s young friends will be expected to
reassemble at Rodwell Regis, where they will learn everything that is
useful, and under the eyes of careful ushers continue the business of
their little lives.</p>
<p>But, in the meanwhile, and for a brief holiday, let us laugh and be as
pleasant as we can. And you elder folk—a little joking, and dancing,
and fooling will do even you no harm. The author wishes you a merry
Christmas, and welcomes you to the Fireside Pantomime.</p>
<p>W. M. THACKERAY. December 1854.</p>
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