eighty, appearing in full uniform. The banqueting hall was lighted

with hundreds of wax candles, there was a profusion of beautiful

flowers, and to me the scene altogether was one of unusual

magnificence. The table service was entirely of gold--the celebrated

set of the house of Savoy--and behind the chair of each guest stood a

servant in powdered wig and gorgeous livery of red plush. I sat at

the right of the King, who--his hands resting on his sword, the hilt

of which glittered with jewels--sat through the hour and a half at