WHY HE WENT.

SOME doubts having been expressed in influential quarters as to the

genuine character of the Manifesto alleged to have been recently put

forth to the European Powers by Prince FERDINAND on his entry into

Bulgaria, the following, whatever subsequent changes may have been

diplomatically introduced into it prior to publication, may be

confidently regarded as an authentic transcript of that document in its

original form.

_To the Crowned Heads of Europe, and others whom it does or does not

concern, greeting, &c._

Be it known to those who have been interested in, and somewhat mystified

by our recent movements, that we, FERDINAND THE FIRST, by the voice of

the Regents, and the will of the Great Sobranje, elected Monarch of

Bulgaria, wishing to make clear and explain why that we, having

originally held aloof from any idea of acceptance of the post, and even

having snubbed the Deputation who came to offer it to us in the name of

the Bulgarian people, have apparently at the eleventh hour, to the

exasperation of Russia, the consternation of the Porte, the indifference

of Germany, the annoyance of Austria, the chagrin of France and the

hearty amusement of England, suddenly turned round, and accompanied by a

small portmanteau and a suite of two, accepted the situation and started

on a penny steam-boat for Sofia, wish to make statement as follows:--

Having discovered upon inquiry that the palace required re-papering and

was sadly out of repair, with both gas and water-rates seven quarters in

arrear, while it appeared that both the throne and crown would have to

be hired, and possibly only a lame omnibus horse available for our use

at the Coronation procession, and taking in regard the fact that no

guarantee was forthcoming that our allowance from the Civil List would

touch anything like L150 a-year, we at first reluctantly decided, spite

its undeniably flattering nature, to decline the offer so spontaneously

made to us. And we conveyed as much to the delegates who received the

news crestfallen, and were about to depart in sulky silence when a

telegram arrived from Sofia of such an encouraging and startling

description, that it seemed, to us at least, to put the question in an

entirely fresh and original light, and in one that we felt might make us

waver in our determination. It simply announced the fact that the

Government, never doubting of our acceptance of the crown, had already

taken the bull by the horns, and ordered _at a local Ready-Made Clothing

Establishment a complete brand-new Uniform_ for us to wear the moment we

set our foot on Bulgarian soil. "Buttons and all?" we asked. "Buttons

and all!" was the reply. This gracious and patriotic, and quite

unexpected act profoundly touched us. Indeed, it decided us; and when it

was further intimated to us that _the bill would not be sent in to us_,

but go to increase the deficit in the forthcoming Budget, we did not

hesitate, but accepted the full responsibilities of the situation, and

informed the Deputation that, spite the hostile attitude of Europe, we

would go to Sofia, and at least "try it on."

Thus, and for this reason, we have started on our venturesome journey,

whether or not to a successful issue the future alone can show. We have,

however, made provision for emergency, and stipulated that, in the event

of any sudden revolution obliging us to scuttle back again over the

frontiers post haste, the uniform in question shall be regarded as our

own personal property, and not be liable to be claimed as a royal

perquisite, and altered to fit our possible successor. This, then, is

the true statement of the reason that has induced us to assume the

recent attitude that we have felt constrained to take in the face of the

European Powers, concerning whom we may add, in conclusion, that their

laughter if they are amused, or their howling if they are angered, are

at the present moment equally matters of supreme indifference to us.

(_Signed_) FERDINAND, _Prince Elect of Bulgaria_.

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