Throne

,—a sumptuous, richly furnished, and elevated feat, which is placed upon a platform, with steps to it, and would serve as well for a scaf­fold, as anything else; but it is made for a King to sit on A man, fantastically drest out in ermine, velvet, gold and silver tinsel, gold and silver span­gles, squirrel and rabbit skins. Thus tricked out, like the wooden god of Otaheite, having scarcely the resemblance of a human being, it is no won­der that men should be so deluded, as to think him more than mortal, when it requires so little of imagination to metamorphose him at once into an object of worship. Under this impression, when they approach the throne, they are struck with awe and dismay, and address this bundle of fine clothes with bended knee and an humble voice, as if they were attempting to appease an irritated Deity. If the address pleases the oracle, a great red hand is protruded from under this now animated bundle, which the priests, who are standing around the altar, and assisting at these solemn rites, tell the lowly supplicant he is to kiss!! To kiss? Heaven and earth, must I remember?—To kiss? And yet if you ask one of these despicable wretches, after having gone through this pantomimic scene, whe­ther hs is a lunatic? “No,” he will tell you, “I’m a loyal man.” Pitiful, sorry wretch! loyal thou mayest be ,a man thou canst never pretend to be!