Caricatures and cartoons -- Great Britain; English wit and humor; English wit and humor, Pictorial
In an instant the scene was changed, the merciless wretches were diverted
from their purpose, and the negro whom they would have murdered in
pastime but for this fortunate intervention was raised upon the shoulders
of two stout men and greeted with cheers of welcome; they bore him along
to the Hôtel de Ville. In his joy for deliverance Sambo forgot his young
master, but it was only for the moment; and in turning to look for him,
he saw that Monsieur Polverel had taken him under his protection, and was
leading him away from the throng; for the Frenchman had not forgotten
the obligation he was under to Frank for saving him from the fury of an
English mob; he withdrew him cautiously from the dangerous company he
was in, and placing the youth under the charge of a friend, followed the
rabble in order to perfect the rescue of his servant.
The person to whose care Frank was entrusted was an elderly man
apparently verging upon sixty years of age, but there was a keenness
in his eye and a vivacity in his manner that manifested an active
and intelligent mind; his dress was slovenly, but he wore a handsome
tri-color sash round his loins, and carried a red cap in his hand. At
first he spoke to Frank in French, but something occurring to displease
him, he broke out into broad English, and muttered his anathemas against
the cause.
"You are an Englishman, then," said Frank, with symptoms of disgust which
did not escape the other's notice.
"Thou art right," returned the man; "I am an Englishman by birth, but a
citizen of the world--a friend to the whole human race on the principles
of universal liberty. Expatriated and driven from my country, this noble
and enlightened nation has adopted me; and here in brotherly affection I
can carry out into practice my theory of the rights of man. What is life,
my young friend, without the blessings of freedom!"
At this moment a municipal officer, attended by three or four
subordinates, stepped up to Frank's companion, and, grasping him by the
arm, uttered "Citizen Paine, you are our prisoner."
"By whose authority?" demanded the Englishman, his face assuming a deadly
paleness.
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