human
And so, you say, sir, that his majesty cannot enter without the permission of the lord mayor?
gpt
And the aldermen, too, replied Tom.
human
It is an old feudal ceremony; when his majesty comes up to the gate, he demands admission, and the lord mayor refuses, because he would be thus surrendering his great prerogative of head of the city; then the aldermen get about him, and cajole him, and by degrees he's won over by the promise of being knighted, and the king gains the day, and enters.
gpt
Upon my conscience, a mighty ridiculous ceremony it is, after all, said Mr. Burke,
human
The only difference, that these I speak of did not play
gpt
May I ask, sir, said he, at length,
human
Who that is! said Tom, surveying him leisurely as he spoke;
gpt
Well, but, my dear Mr. O'Flaherty, you forget how ignorant I am of every thing here--
human
Ah, true, said Tom, interrupting;
gpt
I forgot you never saw him before.
human
And who is he, sir?
gpt
Why, that's the Duke of Wellington.
human
Lord have mercy upon me, is it? said Mr. Burke, as he upset the table, and all its breakfast equipage, and rushed through the coffee-room like one possessed. Before I could half recover from the fit of laughing this event threw me into, I heard him as he ran full speed down Dawson-street, waving his hat, and shouting out at the top of his lungs,
gpt
God bless your grace--Long life to your grace--Hurra for the hero of Waterloo; the great captain of the age,