with light, light finger, (See De la Motte Fouque,) I drawled, “Come in,” and the Queen of Sheba stood before me, clad in purple and fine linen, with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.  I stared in dismay, and perceived myself rapidly transmigrating into a ridiculus mus.  My gray and dingy travelling-dress grew abject, and burned into my soul like the tunic of Nessus.  I should as soon have thought of asking Queen Victoria to brush out my hair as that fine lady in brocade silk and Mechlin lace.  But she was good and gracious, and did not annihilate me on the spot, as she might easily have done, for which I shall thank her as long as I live.

“You sent for me?” she inquired, with the blandest accents imaginable.  I can’t tell a lie, pa,—­you know I can’t tell a lie; besides, I had not time to make up one, and I said, “Yes,” and then, of all stupid devices that could filter into my soggy brain, I must needs stammer out that I should like a few matches!  A pretty thing to bring a dowager duchess up nine pairs of stairs for!

“I will ring the bell,” she said, with a tender, reproachful sweetness and dignity, which conveyed without unkindness the severest rebuke tempered by womanly pity, and proceeded to instruct me in the nature and uses of the bell-rope, as she would any little dairy-maid who had heard only the chime of cow-bells all the days of her life.  Then she sailed out of the room, serene and majestic, like a seventy-four man-of-war, while I, a squalid, salt-hay gundalow, (Venetian blind-ed into gondola,) first sank down in confusion, and then rose up in fury and brushed all the hair out of my head.

“I declare,” I said to Halicarnassus, when we were fairly beyond ear-shot of the city next morning, “I don’t approve of sumptuary laws, and I like America to be the El Dorado of the poor man, and I go for the largest liberty of the individual; but I do think there ought to be a clause in the Constitution providing that servants shall not be dressed and educated and accomplished up to the point of making people uncomfortable.”

“No,” said Halicarnassus, sleepily; “perhaps it wasn’t a servant.”

“Well,” I said, having looked at it in that light silently for half an hour, and coming to the surface in another place, “if I could dress and carry myself like that, I would not keep tavern.”

“Oh! eh?” yawning; “who does?”

“Mrs. Astor.  Of course nobody less rich than Mrs. Astor could go up-stairs and down-stairs and in my lady’s chamber in Shiraz silk and gold of Ophir.  Why, Cleopatra was nothing to her.  I make no doubt she uses gold-dust for sugar in her coffee every morning; and as for the three miserable little wherries that Isabella furnished Columbus, and historians have towed through their tomes ever since, why, bless your soul, if you know of anybody that has a continent he wants to discover, send him to this housekeeper, and she can fit out a fleet of transports and Monitors for convoy with one of her bracelets.”