the earth, the people."

"Hear that," cried one of those who stood nearest to those a little
farther away " hear that, he calls us majesties! He seems to be an
excellent gentleman, and he does not look down upon us."

"Did you ever hear of a wise man looking down upon the prince royal,
who is young, fair, and strong?" asked the barking voice.

"He is right, we cannot understand him," cried those who stood
farthest away, pressing forward. "What did he say? He must repeat
his words. Lift him up so that we all may hear him."

A broad shouldered, gigantic citizen, in good clothing, and with an
open, spirited countenance, and a bold, defiant bearing, pressed
through the crowd to the neighborhood of the speaker.

"Come, little man," cried he, "I will raise you up on my shoulder,
and, but see, it is our friend Marat, the little man, but the great
doctor!"

"And you truly, you are my friend Santerre, the great man and the
greatest of doctors. For the beer which you get from his brewery is
a better medicine for the people than all my electuaries can be. And
you, my worthy friend of the hop-pole, will you condescend to take
the ugly monkey Marat on your shoulders, that he may tell the people
the great news of the day?"

Instead of answering, the brewer Santerre seized the little crooked
man by both arms, swung him up with giant strength, and set him on