The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 3, March, 1852Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 3, March, 1852
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
"He needs no equipage to set off his rank," remarked a third. "If he
came among us in rags, nobility would shine through a hole in his elbow.
I never saw such dignity of aspect. He has the old Norman blood in his
veins, I warrant him."
"I rather take him to be a Dutchman, or one of your high Germans," said
another citizen. "The men of those countries have always the pipe at
their mouths."
"And so has a Turk," answered his companion. "But, in my judgment, this
stranger hath been bred at the French court, and hath there learned
politeness and grace of manner, which none understand so well as the
nobility of France. That gait, now! A vulgar spectator might deem it
stiff--he might call it a hitch and jerk--but, to my eye, it hath an
unspeakable majesty, and must have been acquired by constant observation
of the department of the Grand Monarque. The stranger's character and
office are evident enough. He is a French Ambassador, come to treat with
our rulers about the cession of Canada."
"More probably a Spaniard," said another, "and hence his yellow
complexion. Or, most likely, he is from the Havana, or from some port on
the Spanish Main, and comes to make investigation about the piracies
which our Governor is thought to connive at. Those settlers in Peru and
Mexico have skins as yellow as the gold which they dig out of their
mines."
"Yellow, or not," cried a lady, "he is a beautiful man!--so tall, so
slender!--such a fine, noble face, with so well-shaped a nose, and all
that delicacy of expression about the mouth! And, bless me, how bright
his star is! It positively shoots out flames!"
"So do your eyes, fair lady," said the stranger with a bow, and a
flourish of his pipe; for he was just passing at the instant. "Upon my
honor, they have quite dazzled me!"
"Was ever so original and exquisite a compliment?" murmured the lady, in
an ecstasy of delight.
Amid the general admiration excited by the stranger's appearance, there
were only two dissenting voices. One was that of an impertinent cur,
which, after snuffing at the heels of the glistening figure, put its
tail between its legs, and skulked into its master's back-yard,
vociferating an execrable howl. The other dissentient was a young child,
who squalled at the fullest stretch of his lungs, and babbled some
unintelligible nonsense about a pumpkin.
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