Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 345: what you’re looking at

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332 PICKWICK ABROAD. * indeed the smack which the Countess Loveminski gave the Count Boloski was so loud, that Mr. Snodgrass felt a tear of tender sympathy trickle poetically down his countenance. ‘This is my intimate and most particular friend, Snodgrass,” said Count Boloski. ‘Me vary happy to make de acquaintance of Monsieur Snowgrass,” returned the young lady, with a very bewitching smile, which revealed a set of such pearly teeth, and did such justice to two ruby lips, that the heart of Mr. Snodgrass began to palpitate audibly. A slight refection was then prepared and partaken of; and at the expiration of half an hour the three travellers were agreeably en- sconced in the chaise, the Count and his cousin occupying one seat, and Mr. Snodgrass the other. ‘‘Have you seen the Duke lately ?”” demanded tne Count. ‘¢No—the Marquis called last week,” was the reply. ‘‘ And the Baron?” said the Count, ““‘Very well,” was the answer. “The Prince—you know who—hasn’t sent to enquire after me again,’ continued Lord Boloski, “‘ has he?” ’ ‘No: but the old dowager Marchioness says she will leave you out of her Will, if you don’t call on her,’ answered the Countess Loveminski; and at this moment it struck Mr. Snodgrass that the young lady, who sate opposite to him, had placed her foot inad- vertently upon his own. He accordingly hastened to withdraw his, fearing he might irritate the high-born widow; but, to his great asto- nishment, her foot followed his; and he soon became aware that the Countess Loveminski must be desperately enamoured of him. The Count grew very sentimental, talked of strangers falling in love with each other the first time they ever met, asked his cousin if she had transferred her certain sixty thousand pounds from the English to the French funds, and then sang the following affecting song, when he had imbibed the contents of a small fiask which he carried in his pocket, for the express amusement of his cousin and Mr, Augustus Snodgrass, SONG. Air.—The Soldier's Tear. Upon the drop he turned To swear a parting oath; He cursed the parson and Jack Ketch. And he coolly d——d them both. He listened to the hum Of the crowds that gathered nigh; find he carelessly remarked, ‘“ What a famous man am [!” Beside tne scaffold’s fool His mistress piped her eye She waved to him her dirty rag, _ And whimpering said, ‘‘ Good bye!” She mourned the good old times That ne’er would come again, When he brought her home a well-lined purse :— ave But all her sighs were vain! os comicbooks.com —