I compliment him on his looks and manners; he is the only one of his race who does not appear to have marched out of a sentinel's box with a pocket-mirror in his hand.

I thank him from my soul for not cultivating the national cat's whisker.

None can imagine what I suffer from the oppressive sight of his Monsieur Peterbooroo'! And they are of one pattern--the entire nation! He! no, he has the step of a trained blood-horse.

Only, as Kaunitz, or somebody, said of Joseph II., or somebody, he thinks or he chews.

Englishmen's mouths were clearly not made for more purposes than one.