Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 346: what you’re looking at

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o* eee Os PICKWICK ABROAD. 333 Poor Jack was soon turned off, And gallantly was hung ;— There was a sigh in every breast, A groan on every tonguc. Go—gaze upon his corse, And remember then you see The bravest robber that has been, Or ever more shall be! e The Count having achieved this exceedingly interesting air, fell back in his seat, and fast asieep at the same time; and the Countess Loveminski, being fain to imitate so excellent an example, commenced a genteel chorus of nasal music which would have afforded an agree- able variation to the performance of the orchestra in an English pro- vincial theatre. Mr. Snodgrass was delighted with the idea of bemg in the company of such illustrious mdividuals; and he shortly began to dream of nothing but noble Counts, lovely Countesses, castles on the tops of Polish mountains, and small feet imsmuated between his own. CHAPTER XL. SIIE HONESTY OF THE LANDLORD AT THE PRINCIPAL HOTEL IN AMIENS.—A MOST EDIFYING CONVERSATION, IN THE COURSE OF WHICH MR. SNODGRASS RECEIVES CONSIDERABLE INSTRUCTION. —THE EXCHANGE OF TITLES.-—LAWSON S HOTEL. Ture Count Boloski having expressed a wish to pass by Amiens, the travellers stopped to breakfast at the Hotel de France in that ancient city. The Countess Loveminski smiled very sweetly upon Mr. Snodgrass as he handed her from the carriage; and when they had each performed the ceremonies of the toilet in separate bed- rooms, they met in a parlour, where the Count had already ordered a superb repast. ‘Whom have you got there?” demanded the landlord of the postilion in their native French. ‘He, who gives orders, does not appear to. speak our language very fluently.” ‘They pay deuced well, though,” returned the postilion. ‘“ ‘Drive quick,’ said the Count, ‘ and you shall have an evira five-franc-piece for yourself.’ ”’ ‘©The devil!’’ exclaimed the landlord. ‘‘ Thirty-two posts between Boulogne and Paris, paid at that rate, make a hundred and sixty franes more than the regular charge. What countrymen are they ?” ‘© He who seems to be the commander-in-chief,” replied the poss tilion, ‘is a Polish Count—and—”’ , “A Polish Count!” eried the landlord. ‘*‘ Does his name end in “oski?’” “‘ Yes—that I’ll be sworn to,” answered the postilion, “ although he hasn’t got it on his portmanteau.” Eomichooks (E() =)