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N the time of the illustrious Merinous, it was indeed a
pleasure to be a king; the laws were just, the people
obedient, and peace was over the land. This monarch
would have been the happiest of men, but for the continual
complaints of his consort, which tore his very heart in
twain. She wept continually for her daughters, nineteen
of whom had perished in the flower of youth. The Fairy
of the Fountain had promised a twentieth; but years
passed away in fruitless expectation. "You have
neglected to do the fairy sufficient homage," said the
king one day; "I shall give orders to conduct you to
the foot of the mountain with pomp and splendour. But
when arrived there the mountain itself must be climbed
on foot, with many fatigues: most women would rather
die childless than encounter them."
"Courage shall not be wanting on my part," said the
queen, "and I wish to set out immediately."
The king kissed her forehead, bade her good-night,
and fell asleep.
At early dawn appeared in the grand court of the
palace an equipage, dazzling as the sun itself; the wheels
were of massy gold, with emerald nails, which sparkled
in the light. It was drawn
 by forty-two horses, white
as snow, whose reins were of rose-coloured satin, the
fashion of that period. They snorted impatiently,
striking fire from the pavement beneath their feet; their
eyes were inflamed; their bits covered with foam; and
their proud and triumphant air seemed already to announce
the success of the queen's enterprise. Three thousand
chevaliers, armed at all points and mounted on fiery
coursers, wheeled about the chariot, the air resounding
with their joyful acclamations of—"Long live King
Merinous and his august spouse!"
The queen saluted the people with the utmost grace
and condescension, which caused such immoderate joy,
that she was almost stifled by the pressure of the crowd:
but the guards gently kept them at a distance, and the
procession passed on.
When her majesty had reached the foot of the
mountain, she alighted from her chariot, and, accompanied
by only four maids-of-honour, proceeded on foot.
This mountain was formed of slippery earth, slightly
covered over with green turf, but giving way at every
step. The queen's pretty little white satin shoes were
soon left behind; and her feet next stuck so fast that she
could not withdraw them; her fair hands were in the
same plight; she cried aloud for succour, fearing she
should be completely buried alive.
Turning then round to look for her maids-of-honour,
she perceived that they had fallen flat on their faces (the
impression remains till this
 day), and were struggling,
making the most desperate efforts, less in consideration
of their own danger than that of the queen. In fine,
after four hours and a half's patient perseverance, they
succeeded in regaining their feet; and, strange to say, no
mud or clay attached itself to their clothes; nothing
worse than a slight shade of the green turf, which assumed
the appearance of a gauze veil. The fairy then, seeing
the queen willing to overcome difficulties, would not try
her further, but with one stroke of a wand reduced the
mountain two or three hundred feet; the remaining
height was very dry and easy of ascent.
The queen was thus conducted to a delicious grove:
a coral fountain rose in the midst; its waters, of the
purest rose-colour, wound along the meadow, murmuring
plaintive airs, whose words were perfectly distinguishable.
The fairy there welcomed her majesty, who prepared to
explain the occasion of her journey; but that was quite
unnecessary. The fairy, exacting profound secrecy,
presented her with a phial of water drawn from the
fountain, strictly ordering that it should be broken when
she had drank it all. The queen, charmed by this reception,
made presents of inestimable value, and rejoined
her maids-of-honour, who had been thrown into an
enchanted sleep. They then returned to the palace in
such high spirits, that all the court danced and sung for
a month afterwards.
In due course, her majesty became, for the twentieth
time, a joyful mother.
 The magnificence and liberality displayed on this
occasion exceed belief. The royal palace was surrounded
by three hundred large spouts, which poured forth
alternately, night and day, the choicest sweetmeats,
confectionery, and money; the streets, in fact, were
filled—the passengers had only to stoop down and be
But in the midst of these festivities the Fairy of the
Fountain, uncovering the little princess's cradle, which
was of mother-o'-pearl studded with diamonds, perceived
a beautiful butterfly, placed immediately under the infant's
The chief cradle-rocker, who dreaded being taxed
with negligence, took a humming-bird's wing, and
endeavoured to chase it away, but all in vain: it remained
quite unconcerned in the same spot, extending its large
wings of rose-colour and azure-blue on the face of the
princess, appearing rather to caress than to wish to do her
any injury. "Ah!" said the fairy, "this butterfly is not
what you imagine. It is a powerful fairy, who presides
at the birth of the most distinguished princesses, and
endows them with a degree of levity which generally leads
to misfortune. I can lessen the evil, without doubt, but
I cannot entirely avert it." The queen wept bitterly at
this sad news, and the king saw no person during eight
days. He then ceased to think on the subject.
Misfortunes rarely enter into the speculations of kings.
Masters of the destinies of others, mankind flatter them
into a belief that their power can almost control fate itself.
According-  ly, the visit of the butterfly did not produce
much permanent inquietude. The poets-laureate and
literati of the court turned it into numerous sentimental
conceits; amongst others, that the insect had fastened on
the princess's cheek mistaking it for a rose. This idea
branched out into a hundred elegies, a thousand madrigals,
and fifteen hundred songs, which were sung in all the
principal families, and adapted to airs, some already
known, and others composed for the occasion.
The fairy frequently visited her little charge, but was
unable to conquer her fickle disposition. Ten different
nurses had already been obliged to give her up; she
scratched them, bit them, and obstinately refused to be
fed. When she grew older, and began her education, she
was so easily wearied and vexed, that no one dared to
contradict her. The fairy was consulted; who made her
smell at a very rare flower. This produced a degree of
intelligence so extraordinary, that in three days she could
read, write, speak all languages, and play on every
instrument after just twenty-three minutes' application.
The queen was now delighted, for the princess's
talents were noised abroad equally with her beauty. She
had scarcely attained the age of fourteen when many
kings sought the honour of her hand. The good King
Merinous was well stricken in years, and fondly desired
to see Papillette established. All who seemed worthy of
her received a favourable reception, and amongst this
number was the accomplished Prince
Fa-  vourite. After
he had been presented in due form, the old monarch
asked his daughter what she thought of their new guest.
"Sire," replied the maiden, "I have been brought up
with too much modesty and reserve to bestow attention
on strangers of the other sex."
"That is true," returned the monarch; "but merely
regarding him as a picture, how has he appeared to you?"
"Tall and handsome," answered Papillette, "his
chestnut hair clinging in close and crisping curls to his
ivory brow; his eyes of violet-blue, filled with soft
vivacity; his teeth, of the most brilliant white, divide lips
of coral; his nose is perfect Grecian, and his limbs like
the rarest statuary. I might say more, had I ventured to
look at the prince."
"It is enough," said the king, "your first glance has
shown you enough. I am delighted that you are so
sensible to the merits of Prince Favourite, as I design him
for your husband. Love him accordingly."
"Your majesty's commands are laws to your dutiful
daughter," replied Papillette.
One may easily imagine with what magnificence
preparations were made for the nuptials; the king
hastened them, lest his daughter's fickleness and levity
might cause disappointment to their dearest hopes.
Papillette one day, while steadily regarding her lover,
who was kneeling before her, appeared struck by something
which made an
impres-  sion as sudden as disagreeable.
She repulsed Prince Favourite, saying she was seized with
a headache, and could not be troubled with company.
The lover submissively arose and went to seek the
queen, beseeching her to find out what he had done, and
to intercede in his favour. Her majesty accordingly
questioned the princess, who, bathed in tears, threw herself
into the arms of her mother, confessing that she had made
a discovery which totally altered her sentiments regarding
the prince. "Is it possible," added she, "that you have
not perceived his ears, of so unusual a size, and a deep
"Is that all?" cried the queen. "In truth, I have
not observed it; but to take notice of an imperfection so
very trifling, would make us appear ridiculous indeed."
"People cannot help their feelings," replied Papillette;
"I have quite a horror of red ears; it is little worth while
to be daughter of a great king, if one must be crossed
and thwarted in the most important arrangement of life."
The queen reasoned long; but this only increased
Papillette's resistance: therefore, being quite defenceless
against the tears of a child so dear, her majesty promised
to speak to the king.
Merinous was firm in all his resolutions; he therefore
declared that his daughter should become the wife of
Prince Favourite, whether she liked it or not.
The queen had not courage to impart this dreadful
intelligence; but she threw herself on
 the generosity of
the prince, beseeching that he would himself break the
engagement—thus shielding Papillette from the resentment
of the king.
The distracted lover was ready to die with grief: but
promised to do all she requested. He asked but three
The queen consented; and Prince Favourite then
summoned Queséca, chief barber to the king. "Barber,"
said he, "each country has its particular prejudices—its
own ideas of beauty; here I find large ears are deemed a
deformity; therefore, I command thee to cut off mine."
"I cannot do it," replied the barber; "your royal
highness has been grossly deceived. I have the honour of
shaving the first lords of the court, and I know many of
them whose ears are equally red and ten times as long as
those of your royal highness. These very lords are
amongst the most distinguished favourites of the king."
"I have summoned thee," replied the prince, "to
operate and not to prate; obey my orders, and inflame
not my ears still further by thy discourse."
"Alas!" said the barber, "since your royal highness
means to sacrifice them to an unreasonable caprice, what
signifies it whether they are inflamed or not?"
At these words the prince made a threatening gesture;
and Queséca, no longer daring to resist, took his razor,
and with a trembling hand separated two of the handsomest
ears from one of the finest heads in the world: for
be it known, that the princess only made a pretext of this
asser-  tion, because she had taken a fancy for somebody else.
The wound bled profusely: the prince applied healing
balm; and when in a condition to appear before her,
enclosed his two ears in a little box, rare and precious, and
presented it to Papillette, his heart once more filled with
hope and love.
The princess eagerly opened the beautiful little casket,
then dashed it with horror to the ground. "Prince!"
she cried, "what can have induced you to mutilate
yourself so cruelly? Could you imagine that I would
ever wed a man who submitted to lose his ears?"
"Madam," said the prince, in consternation, "it was
by my own order that—"
"What a fool you were then!" cried Papillette. "If
you are not willing to become the ridicule of the court,
I advise you to quit it with the greatest expedition
The prince dared not call her cruel and ungrateful:
he retired to the thickest retreats of a forest, and soon
after entirely lost his reason.
The princess, once more free, confessed that amongst
her numerous suitors there was one whom she preferred;
this was Prince Malabar, whose martial mien announced
the soul of a hero. The queen did not deny that Malabar
had sought her daughter's hand, even before Favourite
aspired to that honour, and King Merinous could now no
longer insist on a marriage with this unfortunate prince,
since he was quite insane, ran naked through the woods,
sometimes believing himself a hind, sometimes a wolf,
and never stopping
 until exhausted by grief and despair.
But in consenting to the marriage of his daughter with
Prince Malabar, the king declared that, should she again
change her mind, he would never forgive her.
The happy day was once more fixed, and Papillette,
three days preceding, invited her lover to meet her in a
delightful grove at the extremity of the gardens. This
grove was planted with myrtles, so thick and high that
they afforded a pleasant shade. Beautiful flowers sprang
up on all sides; and, added to the warblings of the birds
in the trees, were the voices of hidden musicians, singing
a chorus, composed by the princess herself. This, however,
Malabar, who was a soldier, and not a musician, and
who naturally wished to have his lady-love's society all to
himself, did not sufficiently appreciate.
"Princess," said he, "I had much rather hear you
talk than these people sing."
"Are then those cares despised," replied Papillette,
"which I have so assiduously employed to amuse and
gratify you by the display of my talents?"
"Your dearest talent," cried he, "is that of pleasing:
it comprises every other. Send away these people, I
pray." He added in a tone of the utmost irritation: "I
hate—I detest music!"
"Have I rightly heard?" exclaimed the princess
angrily; "and do you pretend to love, if your soul is
insensible to such transporting sounds?"
"I wish they would transport themselves far
 enough away," returned the lover, who, like most other lovers,
could be in an ill humour sometimes. "My princess, do
order this scraping and squalling to cease."
"On the contrary, I order my misicians to remain,"
answered Papillette, quite indignant; "and never, never will
I unite myself to him whom divine melody hath no power
to move. Go, prince, barbarous alike in taste and science,
seek some rustic maid, best suited to your insensibility."
The musicians, too far distant to hear these words,
struck up a lively tune. Malabar imagined this done in
derision, and it required all his respect for the princess to
prevent him from falling on them sword in hand. He
repented much his words, but considered it beneath his
dignity to retract them; the princess also refused to retract
hers: so they parted.
Malabar resolved on instant death. Mounting the
noblest courser in his stable, he rode down to the sea-coast,
and plunged him right over a perpendicular cliff into the
The tide happened to be coming in, so that the body
was soon washed on shore, and brought before the eyes of
the cruel princess, laid on a litter formed of willow, hung
with draperies of black crape.
She was standing at the window when the melancholy
procession passed, and inquired what it was. None dared
answer; they only removed the covering from the face of
the corpse. She uttered a loud shriek, and fainted away.
 The king and queen lavished on her the most tender
cares, but all in vain: she declared that she regarded
herself as an inconsolable widow, and insisted upon putting
on the deepest weeds.
King Merinous respected this caprice, and ordered
twenty thousand yards of crape for her use. She was just
giving orders to have her apartments festooned with it,
and holding a cambric handkerchief to her eyes, when a
little green ape (a drawing-room favourite) dressed itself
in weepers, and disposed one of the widow's caps most
tastefully under its chin.
At this sight the princess burst out laughing so loudly
and heartily, that all the court ladies, who had been trying
which could pull the longest and most sympathetic
countenance, were greatly relieved, and began immediately
to smile a little.
Gradually, they removed from her eyes the trappings
of woe, and substituted ribbons of rose-colour and blue of
every shade and variety: trying on these, so diverted
Papillette's melancholy, that the poor drowned prince was
soon forgotten. Her tears indeed were vain; he had
already enough of water.
The king was in despair. "Alas!" said he to the
queen, "we shall never have the consolation of marrying
Papillette, or beholding our grandchildren. Of two
monarchs so worthy of her, one has lost his reason, the
other has cast himself into the sea; and while we continue
to weep, she, already consoled, thinks only of diverting
 "Sire," replied the queen, "calm your apprehensions.
Our daughter is yet too young to feel true love in all its
fervour; let us have patience, and seek alliance with none
but those truly worthy of her affections."
"Such is my wish," replied the king, "and I begin to
turn my views upon Prince Patipata; he has seen the
portrait of Papillette, and is satisfied; but, though a wise
and noble monarch, his personal qualifications are little in
"How so?" rejoined the queen.
"Because he is stiff, tall, and spare; his eyes bleared
and filmy; his hair red, and so scanty withal, that it seems
like a few stripes of blasted flax hung around a distaff."
A few days after this conversation, Prince Patipata
arrived at court; and the queen did not conceal from
Papillette, that, notwithstanding his personal disadvantages,
he was intended for her spouse.
The princess laughed immoderately, yet, just for
amusement, she displayed towards him all the arts and
graces of coquetry to perfection.
Prince Patipata having been informed of the deplorable
end of his predecessors, concealed his love as carefully
as the others had proclaimed theirs. He was so reserved
and cold, that the princess longed exceedingly to discover
the state of his feelings. Accordingly, one day, while
Patipata was walking with Salmoé, his intimate confidant,
she hid herself in the trunk of an old tree, which had been
hollowed out by lightning, and afforded apparently a
secure retreat. The
 prince seated himself at the foot of
it, but he had observed the princess; and, making a sign
of intelligence to his companion, feigned to continue a
conversation of which she was the subject. "Assuredly,"
said he, "the princess is very handsome; but flatterers,
poets, and painters always overstep the truth. Her
portrait has deceived me: its large blue eyes bear assuredly
some resemblance to those of Papillette, but they bespeak
an ardent and feeling heart, while hers is frivolous,
volatile, and incapable of love. Her smile would be
charming, but for its satirical irony. And what is the
value of the loveliest lips in the world, if they open but to
deceive and betray!"
"I am much surprised," replied Salmoé; "I believed
that your royal highness was equally loving and beloved."
"Far from it," returned Patipata; "it would ill
become me, plain as I am, to be confident of pleasing;
and I am not dupe enough to yield my heart without
return. Do not you approve of this?"
"No," answered Salmoé, "your royal highness is
too modest; I cannot sufficiently appreciate your
The prince affected to be dissatisfied with this praise,
and then moved onwards in order to liberate Papillette,
who was very inconveniently cramped, and almost suffocated
with anger. Disagreeable truths seldom reach the ear of
princesses; her resentment, therefore, was to be expected.
Meanwhile, her heart being equally
ca-  pricious as her understanding, she felt ready to pardon, and even, on
reflection, to justify Patipata. But pride soon combated
this weakness; and she determined to send him away.
She complained to her father; assured him, that by mere
chance she had heard the most odious calumnies uttered
by a prince who sported with their dignity, by falsely
pretending to the hand of her whom he slighted and
despised. The king was surprised; but, not having
entered into any positive engagements with Patipata, he
readily entered into her feelings, and intimated to the
prince that his adieus would be well received. This
Patipata expected; but, although not naturally presumptuous,
he had read sufficiently into the heart of
Papillette to feel some degree of consolation.
As no decisive explanation of any kind occurred, he
was permitted to take leave of the princess. This he
did with much firmness; while she appeared so much
agitated, that it was remarked by all the court. The men
attributed this to hatred; but the ladies, who knew
better, pronounced it love. They were convinced of the
fact, when day by day she began to pine and refused to
eat; and had not the chief cook every day invented some
new ragout, she would inevitably have died of hunger.
The queen was in despair, and despatched a billet to
the Fairy of the Fountain, fastening it to the tail of a
little white mouse, which served as a messenger on this
occasion; it was perfectly acquainted with the way, and
in a few minutes
 the fairy arrived at the palace. The
late events were mentioned to her, and the melancholy
situation of the princess.
"I understand this case," said the fairy; "but it is
necessary that Papillette should give me her confidence."
The fairy was so amiable and so much beloved by the
princess, that she easily yielded; and casting down her
eyes, confessed that she loved one who regarded her with
contemptuous indifference; and what rendered her choice
still more degrading was, its object being equally ugly as
"I am then to understand," replied the fairy, "that
you wish to be cured of this unfortunate passion?"
"Alas, no!" rejoined Papillette, "for my only pleasure
is in thinking of him, speaking to him as if he could hear,
and persuading myself that, notwithstanding appearances,
he could have loved me, had he believed my heart capable
of steady affections. I shall therefore die, leaving him
alike ignorant of my regrets and my repentance."
"I would not advise you to die," said the fairy;
"that is the only evil in the world without a remedy.
But, my dear Papillette, what can I do to console you?"
"Let me see the prince once more, under some metamorphose
in which it is impossible for him to recognise
"Very well," replied the fairy. "But since you wish
to risk it, and that a simple butterfly
 can scarcely compromise her dignity in following a king,
under this form
I shall transport you to his court."
So saying, the Fairy of the Fountain placed on her
finger a little emerald ring, and the princess distinctly
felt her arms change their shape—expand—become
flexible, and form two light wings, clothed in the most
brilliant colours. Her little feet quitted the earth, and as
the window was open, she flew out, traversing the air,
with a degree of rapidity which at first caused some sensations
of fear. But soon the eager desire of seeing Patipata
urged her forward, although natural instinct so far prevailed,
as to cause frequent descents to earth, where she
rested on every tempting flower.
At length, entering the prince's gardens, she beheld
him walking on a terrace watering a beautiful orange-tree.
Her heart beat so violently, that her first emotion was to
hide, but, soon recovering self-possession, she flew forwards
and rested on a branch which he had just gathered.
"What a charming butterfly!" observed the king to
his chief gardener. "Its colours are truly exquisite; I
never recollect having seen any such before."
"Some new species, come to do mischief, I suppose,"
said the gardener, preparing to brush it rudely away.
But it took refuge on the bosom of the king, with such
caressing and tender familiarity, that only a hard heart
could have done it injury.
"Ah, little traitor!" cried Patipata, "thou
 wishest to
win me by thy fleeting charms, and then escape for ever. I
already know too well the pain of loving fickle beings
such as thou. Yet still I must defend thee, and permit
thy return to my orange-tree as often as thou desirest."
Papillette easily penetrated the thoughts of the prince,
and although they uttered a reproach for her inconstancy,
she fancied they also breathed the language of love; and
returned in better spirits than usual to her father's palace,
where her absence had been unobserved. From thenceforward
she never omitted making use of the emerald
ring, which transported her in a few moments to her royal
lover: she followed him to his palace, saw him give
audiences, preside in council, and everywhere prove himself
just, great, generous, and worthy of all her affection. It
is true that his eyes were still filmy, his body spare, and
his hair as red as ever; but what signifies an outside
casket when containing a priceless jewel within?
Patipata was determined against marriage; he therefore
adopted as heir to the crown the son of a cousin, a young
orphan, whom he purposed bringing up beneath his own
eye. This prince little resembled his uncle: he had been
much spoiled in infancy, and it was impossible to improve
him. One day, while conversing with Patipata, "Sire,"
said he, "I have a favour to ask your majesty, and I pray
you not to refuse me."
"I shall willingly grant you anything reasonable,"
replied the king.
 "It is but your beautiful rose-coloured butterfly, which
follows you everywhere."
"And if I were to give it to you, what then?"
"I would run this golden pin through its body, and
stick it to a branch of the orange-tree, to see how long
it would live. Oh, nothing could be more amusing!"
"Nothing could be more barbarous!" answered
Patipata indignantly. "Go, you inspire me with horror;
I banish you from my presence during three entire days,
and remember, that if my butterfly should receive any
injury, you shall be punished with unexampled severity!"
The poor butterfly, who had heard this discourse,
knew not how to express its gratitude and joy; it flapped
its wings, and sported around its benefactor. The king
held out his finger, and it rested there. "Thou shalt
quit me no more," said he. "It is so sweet to be loved,
even by a butterfly, that I would not willingly prove
myself ungrateful: thou shalt feed at my table; I will
serve thee with the finest fruits, the fairest flowers. Ah!
if I can only make thee happy!"
On the following day, Patipata went out hunting. In
vain Papillette sought him in the park, in the garden, and
near the favourite orange-tree. But his nephew, taking
advantage of his absence, began chasing the pretty butterfly.
The courtiers knew that he would one day be in
power, and, eager to gratify his whims, assisted in the
wanton sport: ministers the most pompous, members of
council the most profound, climbed on trees, and capered
through the meadows,—one
 would have supposed them
mad. But the royal insect, so familiar with the king, was
for all others the most capricious of butterflies. It amused
itself in leading the court a long chase, and at length
rested in the private cabinet of the king, where they never
once thought of seeking it.
Papillette, now all alone, could not resist the opportunity
afforded of looking over a great quantity of writing which
lay on the bureau. What was her surprise and joy, on
there finding verses, the most passionate and tender,
which Patipata had written in her praise! They indeed
revealed that he was proud, and would not risk a second
refusal; but they vowed to remain faithful to her, and
never to wed another.
The princess was so affected, that two little tiny tears
stood in her butterfly-eyes. Well indeed she might shed
them, for at this moment, the wicked little prince, her
enemy, came behind, and seizing her by her two lovely
wings, popped her into his hat.
"Now I have you!" cried he; and it is impossible
to say what would have happened, had not the king
opportunely returned; when, in taking off his hat to his
uncle, he let the butterfly go.
She, recovering from her fright, testified affection by
many little endearments; and Patipata, now accustomed
to speak to her, exclaimed: "Beautiful insect, how happy
art thou!—thou wanderest from flower to flower, without
giving the preference to any—thou knowest not
love—thou hast not found ingratitude!
I, a king, can
 not boast
of such happiness. I adore the lovely Princess Papillette,
and am dismissed from her court. I am ugly, it is true;
but were I ever so handsome, I should not be more
fortunate, for I too well know her fickle—"
The butterfly here sighed so deeply, that the king started.
"Is it possible thou canst feel?" said he. "Oh, if
my princess had but as much sensibility, I would know no
other care! With her I would live in a hut, far, far from
the deceitful splendour of a throne!"
"The Princess Papillette would willingly accompany
you," said a little voice, in tones of the finest and purest
melody: and the butterfly's rosy wings blushed deep as
"What a prodigy!" cried Patipata. "Ah! butterfly,
what dost thou know of my Papillette?"
"Suppose it were herself!" said a voice, which seemed
to proceed from a little fountain of rock-crystal which
stood between the windows.
The prince turned round; but instead of the butterfly,
he beheld the Fairy of the Fountain, holding the fair
Papillette by the hand. They were both encircled by a
light rose-coloured cloud, which shed a softly brilliant
light around the apartment.
Patipata bent one knee to the earth, and kissed the
hem of the princess's garment.
"Come, prince," said the fairy, "King Merinous is
apprised of what passes here. Papillette has overcome
her evil destiny. Her affections are fixed and sure; and
their object is yourself.
 And however ready you may
both be to live in a hut together, I advise you not to do
it. Love is sweeter than royalty, no doubt, but it is not
impossible to unite both."
The lovers, transported with joy, placed their feet on
the rose-coloured cloud, which instantly carried them to
the palace of the king. The Fairy of the Fountain, to
complete her benefactions, rendered Patipata as handsome
as he was amiable, and the nuptials were celebrated with
suitable pomp and festivity. We are informed that
Papillette had, at first, some slight returns of her natural
disposition; but in one year she became a mother, and
from thenceforward never knew frivolity more.