The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 281: what you’re looking at

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252 REYNOLDS’ WORKS as the pinched, hungry countenance, of the individual who was making that music. A second glance convinced his Grace that he was right. Yes, there, with the mouth-organ tucked into his neckcloth, and the huge drum suspended by a cord over his shoulders, looked most excruciatingly unhappy, but still the most ludicrous picture of misery that can possibly be conceived, stood that once eminent and distinguished man, Baron Raggidbak! ‘‘ There! ’’ exclaimed Christian, ‘‘ there is one of your late friends, — a person who I have no doubt is in every way as deserving of a title, or of a prison for vagabondage, no matter which, as yourselves.”’ The Chevalier Gumbinnen, the Chevalier Kadger, and Count Frumpenhausen rushed to the window, and thence they beheld the discarded groom of the stole, Baron Rag- gidbak. The baron himself, having his eyes turned upward while running his lips along the reeds of the mouth-organ, caught sight of his three acquaintances, and a malignant expression appeared on his previously rueful countenance. Then, too, he recognized in the young Duke of Marchmont the late secretary of his Highness the Duke of Maxe-Stolburg- Quotha, and some person amongst the crowd that was col- lecting around the Punch and Judy show exclaimed, “‘ There! that’s the young duke! That’s the handsome young gentle- man who a few months back inherited the Marchmont peerage! ”’ ‘““ Mine Gott!’ muttered Raggidbak to himself, ‘‘ de yong mans sall now go for to be a duke!”’ Then raising his voice, he shouted out, ‘Come down, you damn rascals! What for you in de palace of one great duke? Him an Inglis duke! you de shabby, beggarly flonkies of de one great pauper German duke! Ah, you go tell him Royal Highness dat me get dronk and me sell de plate off de harness! Oh, you vare great damn rascals! ”’ While Baron Raggidbak was thus relieving his mind of its spiteful and vindictive feelings toward the three officials of the puissant German prince, those individuals themselves stood transfixed in astonishment and dismay at the window. When he had finished his ejaculatory objurgations, Baron Raggidbak wound all up with a wild flourish upon the mouth-organ, and such a terrific blow upon the big drum that the parchment was cracked. The individual whose CORNIELYOOLKKS (E()