The Marshals of the Royal Army, with their aids, having left the Court at the City Hall, immediately upon arrival, proceeded forthwith to Canal street, where, at Clay Statue, and in the vicinity, according to the published programme, the different divisions were promptly formed. Indeed the system and celerity manifested in this direction was worthy especial note, for, contrary to custom and general expectation, thorough preparations for the marcb were completed before the announced hour, 1 P. M.

  • At that time, the King and his Court having arrived, the signal was given, the gun squad under the Duke of Kenton fired a royal salute of thirteen guns from the foot of Canal street, and without delay the march was taken up, the head entering St. Charles street in the following


  • The first herald of uie approach of the grand procession is seen in one ol the largest of the Southern Express Company's wagons, drawn by four horses, directly behind which, seated with the driver, was one of fearful mein, holding aloft and bearing a blood-reel banner, inscribed with the words:


  • On a neatly decorated platform in the wagon appeared a living representation of the royal arms, to-wit: a shield bearing the crown and sceptre, upholding which on either side stood Hercules with his ponderous club, and Jupiter forging thunderbolts- the picture being very striking, and withal a close approximation to one's ideas touching the original creations.

  • Behind these figures was swung a large bell, which, clanging constantly, gave notice of the approach of the Royal Court. The Royal Dauber swung his ensign to the breeze from the rear of the vehicle, emblazoned with the cabalistic character, " To B. Heart.


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"With Annals of the Reign of His Majesty" - Carnival 1874, Kain & Co., Booksellers & Stationers, No. 130 Canal Street, John W. Madden, Publisher & Printer, 73 Camp Street, New Orleans, 1874.

At the distance of a square behind this car came in view the vanguard of tlie procession, a squadron of mounted police, under command of Col. A. S. Badger, K. G. C. O. S. R., commanding the Household Brigade, charged by special edict with the preservation of the peace in the Royal Capital.
Directly following came FOUR HERALDS mounted on caparisoned horses, and dressed in Egyptian costume of fanciful colors, flowing tunic, brown hose and sandals, while ever and anon they blew loud blasts on their trumpets, as if to awaken to due consideration the gracious subjects of his Majesty.
THE EARL MARSHAL OF THE EMPIRE now came, seated on a lordly stepping steed, decked with rich trappings of variegated hues.
The Earl Marshal was gorgeously attired in a crimson cloak, from the back of which stood forth the royal tiger, and richly trimmed with blue and gold. Beneath his cloak he wore a crimson coat, with armor-plated sleeves, while his Early legs were encased in triple armor, as it were, fairly resplendent in the sunlight. On his noble head he wore a brazen helmet, from which fluttered the royal peacock's plume; at his side wore a goldened, jeweled scimetar, and in his hand a golden baton.
Attending him, on either side, was an Egyptian soldier, one bearing his shield and the bearing his banner of brown silk emblazoned with a crown, and at the apex of the golden staff a lion's bead, while behind came two others, each carrying' aloft a plume of peacocks' feathers. Still behind, the Marshal's troop was brought to its full by six mounted aids, attired in white coats and armored leggings, wearing helmets surmounted by grandly flowing peacock's plumes.


Chief among the State prisoners captured by Rex during his royal march, now appeared in the person of his Honor L. A. Wiltz, who appeared in state, riding in a carriage, drawn by a pair of prancing grays. Accompanying him was Col. J. B. Walton, the bravest of the brave, and the hero of a hundred battles - so to speak. But in a moment of unguarded confidence he had been captured, with all his blushing honors thick upon him, and, like his noble companion in misery, doomed perhaps to dwell for aye within the deepest dungeon beneath the royal castle. The sorrowing victims pass on to give way to


Following the prisoners comes the stately drum major of the 19th Egyptian Infantry band marshal with his musical corps of twenty musicians, who were attired in the traditional Egyptian costume of flowing parti-colored tunics and havelocks, with armored leggins and sandals. With a brilliant burst of martial melody, they sweep by, and reveal the


on foot, numbering one hundred strong, picked men, and comprising two companies of Sphis. These soldiers were in the Egyptian costume, of blue, red and yellow, and marched with that precision and soldierly bearing which followed so naturally on their long and hard schooling amid the plains of their native country.


Following came four companies, of two hundred men, from the 365th Arabian Artillery, costumed like the 19th Egyptians, having in their train two field pieces, of the kind usually known as the Napoleon guns. This body of soldiery presented a ferocious and warlike appearance, and seemed to warn away, as with a predetermined and savage inclination, all semblance of peaceful inclinations. Their vocation betrayed itself clearly as one of carnage, and their very looks bespoke a love for blood, quite awful to contemplate.


The royal army was quite picturesquely rounded oft by two companies- one hundred men - of foot soldiers from the 114th Regiment of Turcos, right from their native heaths and as wild as the untrained sons of the desert of which history has said so much in such soothing language.
These valiant Turcos were of course dressed like Turks - with the traditional baggy red pants, the savage-looking turban and the still more savage-looking scimetar, the very sight of which is quite sufficient to make one feel the most solicitous interest in keeping one's bead on one's shoulders.
These fierce looking- men of blood were nevertheless worthy of enlarged admiration in point of "get up," and suggested by the measure of their attractiveness, a certain charming ditty by the late lamented John Smith, Esq., commencing -
"There was so few of 'em
I wish there'd been more of 'em."