and haggle in Belgium and
up the Rhine until they meet with a boarding-house where they can live
upon less board-wages than her ladyship pays her footmen. But she will
exact and receive considerable respect from the British Snobs located in
the watering place which she selects for her summer residence, being the
daughter of the Earl of Haggistoun. That broad-shouldered buck, with the
great whiskers and the cleaned white kid-gloves, is Mr. Phelim Clancy of
Poldoodystown: he calls himself Mr. De Clancy; he endeavours to disguise
his native brogue with the richest superposition of English; and if you
play at billiards or ECARTE with him, the chances are that you will win
the first game, and he the seven or eight games ensuing.

That overgrown lady with the four daughters, and the young dandy from
the University, her son, is Mrs. Kewsy, the eminent barrister's lady,
who would rather die than not be in the fashion. She has the 'Peerage'
in her carpet-bag, you may be sure; but she is altogether cut out by
Mrs. Quod, the attorney's wife, whose carriage, with the apparatus of
rumbles, dickeys, and imperials, scarcely yields in splendour to the
Marquis of Carabas's own travelling-chariot, and whose courier has even
bigger whiskers and a larger morocco money-bag than the Marquis's own
travelling gentleman. Remark her well: she is talking to Mr. Spout, the
new Member for Jawborough, who is going out to inspect the operations
of the Zollverein, and will put some very severe questions to Lord
Palmerston next session upon England and her relations with the
Prussian-blue trade, the Naples-soap trade, the German-tinder trade, &c.
Spout will patronize King Leopold at Brussels; will write letters from
abroad to the JAWBOROUGH INDEPENDENT; and in his quality of MEMBER DU
PARLIAMONG BRITANNIQUE, will expect to be invited to a family dinner
with every sovereign whose dominions he honours with a visit during his
tour.

The next person is--but hark! the bell for shore is ringing, and,
shaking Snook's hand cordially, we rush on to the pier, waving him a
farewell as the noble black ship cuts keenly through the sunny azure
waters, bearing away that cargo of Snobs outward bound.

CHAPTER XXII--CONTINENTAL SNOBBERY CONTINUED

We are accustomed to laugh at the French for their braggadocio
propensities, and intolerable vanity about La France, la gloire,
l'Empereur, and the like; and yet I think in my heart that the British
Snob, for conceit