stand, as complacently as if it actually belonged to him; without even the honesty of avowing, with his own favourite author (he will excuse the pun) Εγω δ' Ὁ ΜΩΡΟΣ αρας I can only add, that if any lady or gentleman, curious in such matters, will take the trouble of calling at my lodgings, 245, Piccadilly, I shall have the honour of assuring them, in propria persona, that I am-his, or her, THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS. LETTER I. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY OF CLONSKILTY, IN IRELAND. Amiens. DEAR Doll, while the tails of our horses are plaiting, A letter from France, with French pens and French ink, No adventure, no sentiment, far as we've come, I might just as well be at Clonskilty with you! VOL. III. 4 In vain, at DESSEIN'S, did I take from my trunk That divine fellow, STERNE, and fall reading "The Monk!" In vain did I think of his charming dead Ass, By the by, though, at Calais, Papa had a touch Of romance on the pier, which affected me much. At the sight of that spot, where our darling ******* Set the first of his own dear legitimate feet* · (Modell'd out so exactly, and—God bless the mark!— 'Tis a foot, Dolly, worthy so Grand a M****que), He exclaim'd "Oh mon R**!" and, with tear-dropping eye, Stood to gaze on the spot-while some Jacobin, nigh, ****** from * To commemorate the landing of ***** ** England, the impression of his foot is marked on the pier at Calais, and a pillar with an inscription raised opposite to the spot. Mutter'd out with a shrug (what an insolent thing!) "Ma foi, he be right-'tis de Englishman's K**g; "And dat gros pied de cochon-begar, me vil say "Dat de foot look mosh better, if turn'd toder way." There's the pillar, too-Lord! I had nearly forgotWhat a charming idea!-raised close to the spot; The mode being now (as you've heard, I suppose) To build tombs over legs, * and raise pillars to toes. This is all that's occurr'd sentimental as yet; sous! And some picturesque beggars, whose multitudes seem All as ragged and brisk, you'll be happy to learn, Our party consists, in a neat Calais job, You remember how sheepish Boв look'd at Kilrandy, * Ci-gît la jambe de, etc. etc. |