The fame of the magnificent pageants of the Mistick Krewe of Comus, having spread throughout the length and breadth of the land, drew to our city such multitudes of strangers that they were unable to accommodate even the more distinguished of our visitors. Persons from abroad saw on the streets, in the day, a motly gathering of maskers, without organization, and at night, a procession which, though gorgeous, lasted but a short time. They heard of the splendid tableaux, the brilliant audiences, and the joyous balls, with which these festivities were rounded otf, but as the capacity of even our largest theatre was limited — and thousands were unable to obtain invitations — they were rather annoyed than pleased with these reports.
As years rolled on, the number of visitors increased, and the demand for cards to the evening entertainments grew more and more numerous, and the number who returned home disappointed was consequently larger every year. This was a source of regret to the members of the Mistick Krewe, whose entertainments, originally designed for the amusement of themselves and their immediate friends, had grown so popular as to attract immense crowds from distant cities.
|OUR GRACIOUS SOVEREIGN — Something About Him|
|The King of the Carnival is the offspring of Old King Cole and the Goddess Terpsichore, whom, in imitation of Jove, he wooed and carried off in the form of an Irish Bull. He is, therefore, gifted with immortality by virtue of his Olympian origin on his mother's side. He was born somewhere upon the shores of the Mediterranean, about the eighth century, and, in consequence, is now, though hale and hearty, somewhat advanced in years. Upon arriving at man's estate he speedily conquered the whole of Southern Europe, which he held under dominion for a long period of time. About two centuries ago he declared war against his cousin, King Gambrinus, who at that time held all Northern Europe under sway, and after fighting that monarch desperately for a long time, was finally conquerred and driven into obscurity. During these dark days of misfortune, he sought refuge in England, where he assumed the name of Joseph Miller, familiarly known as "Old Joe Miller," and devoted himself to politics, in which he subsequently achieved some fame as the author of the Junius Letters and the founder of the London Punch. A few years since he returned to Rome, where he established a race course on the Corso, and made a desperate attempt to reclaim his dynasty. Failing in this, through the machinations of Count Cavour and Victor Emmanuel, he set sail for the United States, where he landed in 1866, and has since been living in seclusion at the South, managing the political affairs of its people. The prince of mischief-makers and jokers, he is credited with having inspired the queer movements and social relations existing in this benighted section. Only a few days have elapsed since his successful attempt at overthrowing the government of Louisiana — one of the most remarkable occurrences on record — in a cheeky point of view.|
|His Majesty, in personal appearance, is more interesting than commanding. Rather below the medium height, an erect form, surmounted with a well-set head, covered with a profusion of snow-white hair, and a long patriarchial beard, his aspect is at once venerable and imposing. His brow is wide and expansive, his eyes dark and glittering, always fixed, as it were, on a dreamy futurity. His mouth firm set and stamped with a perpetual smile. His face bronzed with the exposure of centuries, and his entire appearance and bearing are calculated to inspire the most profound awe and respect.|
|His Majesty has never married, giving as an excuse that this state should not be entered into until experience has sobered the liveliness of youth, and all the wild oats have been sown. We give this latter piece of information for the benefit of the ladies, who are already overwhelming his Majesty with billet-doux.|
|It is well to note in the latter connection that the national air or anthem of the Carnival Dynasty, for many centuries past, has been, as it is at present, "If Ever I Cease to Love."|