in the rumbill; master aloan in
the inside, as grand as a Turk, and rapt up in his fine fir-cloak. Off
we sett, bowing gracefly to the crowd; the harniss-bells jinglin, the
great white hosses snortin, kickin, and squeelin, and the postilium
cracking his wip, as loud as if he'd been drivin her majesty the quean.

. . . . . .

Well, I shan't describe our voyitch. We passed sefral sitties,
willitches, and metrappolishes; sleeping the fust night at Amiens,
witch, as everyboddy knows, is famous ever since the year 1802 for
what's called the Pease of Amiens. We had some, very good, done with
sugar and brown sos, in the Amiens way. But after all the boasting about
them, I think I like our marrowphats better.

Speaking of wedgytables, another singler axdent happened here concarning
them. Master, who was brexfasting before going away, told me to go and
get him his fur travling-shoes. I went and toald the waiter of the
inn, who stared, grinned (as these chaps always do), said "Bong" (which
means, very well), and presently came back.

I'M BLEST IF HE DIDN'T BRING MASTER A PLATE OF CABBITCH! Would you
bleave it, that now, in the nineteenth sentry, when they say
there's schoolmasters abroad, these stewpid French jackasses are so
extonishingly ignorant as to call a CABBIDGE a SHOO! Never, never let
it be said, after this, that these benighted, souperstitious, misrabble
SAVIDGES, are equill, in any respex, to the great Brittish people. The
moor I travvle, the moor I see of the world, and other natiums, I am
proud of my own, and despise and deplore the retchid ignorance of the
rest of Yourup.

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My remarks on Parris you shall have by an early opportunity. Me and
Deuceace played some curious pranx there, I can tell you.

MR. DEUCEACE AT PARIS.

CHAPTER I.

THE TWO BUNDLES OF HAY.

Lieutenant-General Sir George Griffin, K.C.B., was about seventy-five
years old when he left this life, and the East Ingine army, of which he
was a distinguished ornyment. Sir George's first appearance in Injar was
in the character of a cabbingboy to a vessel; from which he rose to be
clerk to the owners at Calcutta, from which he became all of a sudden a
capting in the Company's service; and so rose and rose, until he rose to
be a leftenant-general, when he stopped rising altogether--hopping the
twig of this life, as drummers, generals, dustmen, and emperors must do.

Sir