Household words, no. 304, January 19, 1856 : $b A weekly journal — John Shaqi
Household words, no. 304, January 19, 1856 : $b A weekly journal
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Household words, no. 304, January 19, 1856 : $b A weekly journal
English literature -- Periodicals
It is one of our Insularities, if we have a royal or titled visitor
among us, to use expressions of slavish adulation in our public
addresses that have no response in the heart of any breathing creature,
and to encourage the diffusion of details respecting such visitor’s
devout behaviour at church, courtly behaviour in reception-rooms,
decent behaviour at dinner-tables, implying previous acquaintance with
the uses of knife, fork, spoon, and wine-glass,--which would really
seem to denote that we had expected Orson. These doubtful compliments
are paid nowhere else, and would not be paid by us if we had a little
more self-respect. Through our intercourse with other nations, we
cannot too soon import some. And when we have left off representing,
fifty times a day, to the King of Brentford and the Chief Tailor of
Tooley Street, that their smiles are necessary to our existence, those
two magnificent persons will begin to doubt whether they really are
so, and we shall have begun to get rid of another Insularity.
BEN SERRAQ.
The French-Algerian magistrate’s chaouch or sheriff’s-officer, Djilali
by name, was recovering a little from the out-of-countenance condition
into which he had been thrown by his failure in giving a miraculous
turn to the embezzlement of a couple of sacks of wheat from the backs
of a pair of donkeys: he straightened his back, stood stiff on his
legs, and abruptly entered with ineffable zeal on the discharge of his
functions as chief-constable and crier-of-the-court. He felt himself
in one of those happy moments when, after having well deserved a good
beating, he was ready to transfer the favour to the first person
he met. He was an eight-day clock wound up again, when just at the
point of running down and coming to a stop. As he opened and shut the
police-room doors with the loudest bangings and clappings--shouting
for the plaintiffs to appear, and hustling everybody who stood in
his way as he swaggered about the antechamber--the assembly present,
still impressed with the sack-and-donkey scene they had witnessed,
whispered from mouth to mouth and from ear to ear that, in the memory
of mekrazeni, so accomplished a chaouch had never been seen.
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