The Choice Humorous Works, Ludicrous Adventures, Bons Mots, Puns, and Hoaxes of Theodore HookHook, Theodore Edward
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The Choice Humorous Works, Ludicrous Adventures, Bons Mots, Puns, and Hoaxes of Theodore Hook
Hook, Theodore Edward
English wit and humor
As to the alleged demise of the author--Shakspeare mentions a certain
class of persons who "die many times before their deaths;" and
perhaps his highness may have thought it as well to feel his ground
with our provinces before venturing upon what he calls "the _grand
foyer_ of European aristocracy." However--unless the whole affair
is an impudent juggle--we are justified in fixing this performance
upon the Prince Puckler-Muskau; and we only wonder how any English
reviewer of the book could have hesitated about doing so, provided
he had read as far as page 284 of the first volume, where we find
our "German prince" at Limerick, in company with Mr. O'Connell, a
relation of the great agitator.
"We quitted the church, and were proceeding to visit the rock
near the Shannon, upon which the English signed the treaty after
the battle of the Boyne--a treaty which they have not been
remarkably scrupulous in observing. I remarked that we were
followed by an immense crowd of people, which increased like
an avalanche, and testified equal respect and enthusiasm. All
on a sudden they shouted, 'Long life to Napoleon and Marshal
----.' 'Good God,' said I, 'for whom do the people take me? As
a perfectly unpretending stranger I cannot in the least degree
understand why they seem disposed to do me so much honour.' 'Was
not your father the Prince of ----?' said O'Connell. 'Oh no,'
replied I; 'my father was indeed a nobleman of rather an older
date, but very far from being so celebrated.' 'You must forgive
us then,' said O'Connell, incredulously; 'for, to tell you the
truth, you are believed to be a natural son of Napoleon, whose
partiality to your supposed mother was well known.' 'You joke,'
said I, laughing: 'I am at least ten years too old to be the son
of the great emperor and the beautiful princess.' He shook his
head, however, and I reached my inn amid reiterated shouts. Here
I shut myself up, and I shall not quit my retreat to-day. The
people, however, patiently posted themselves under my windows,
and did not disperse until it was nearly dark."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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