Dated in our Castle of Gristariska

this Triskill of the month of

Griskish, in the year Moulikasra-

navas-kashna-vildash.

This proclamation excited the most ardent curiosity all over the empire.  “Do you know what this fudge is?” said Lady Mooshilgarousti to Lord Darnarlaganl.  “Fudge!” said he, “Fudge! no:  what fudge?” “I mean,” replied her Ladyship, “the enormous quantity of fudge that has been distributed under guards in all the strong places in the empire, and which is strictly forbidden to be sold or given to any of the natives under the severest penalties.”  “Lord!” replied he, “what in the name of wonder can it be?  Forbidden! why it must, but pray do you, Lady Fashashash, do you know what this fudge is?  Do you, Lord Trastillauex? or you, Miss Gristilarkask?  What! nobody know what this fudge can be?”

It engrossed for several days the chit-chat of the whole empire.  Fudge, fudge, fudge, resounded in all companies and in all places, from the rising until the setting of the sun; and even at night, when gentle sleep refreshed the rest of mortals, the ladies of all that country were dreaming of fudge!

“Upon my honour,” said Kitty, as she was adjusting her modesty piece before the glass, just after getting out of bed, “there is scarce anything I would not give to know what this fudge can be.”  “La! my dear,” replied Miss Killnariska, “I have been dreaming the whole night of nothing but fudge; I thought my lover kissed my hand, and pressed it to his bosom, while I, frowning, endeavoured to wrest it from him:  that he kneeled at my feet.  No, never, never will I look at you, cried I, till you tell me what this fudge can be, or get me some of it.  Begone! cried I, with all the dignity of offended beauty, majesty, and a tragic queen.  Begone! never see me more, or bring me this delicious fudge.  He swore, on the honour of a knight, that he would wander o’er the world, encounter every danger, perish in the attempt, or satisfy the angel of his soul.”

The chiefs and nobility of the nation, when they met together to drink their kava, spoke of nothing but fudge.  Men, women, and children all, all talked of nothing but fudge.  ’Twas a fury of curiosity, one general ferment, and universal fever—­nothing but fudge could allay it.

But in one respect they all agreed, that government must have had some interested view, in giving such positive orders to preserve it, and keep it from the natives of the country.  Petitions were addressed to me from all quarters, from every corporation and body of men in the whole empire.  The majority of the people instructed their constituents, and the parliament presented a petition, praying that I would be pleased to take the state of the nation under consideration, and give orders to satisfy the people, or the most dreadful consequences were to be apprehended.  To these requests, at the entreaty of my council, I made no reply, or at best but unsatisfactory answers.