The Lighter Side of English LifeMoore, Frank Frankfort
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The Lighter Side of English Life
Moore, Frank Frankfort
England -- Social life and customs; England -- Social life and customs -- Humor
“I wish to tell you, sir, that I have never eaten a worse dinner at any
hotel in my life,” he said. “There was not a dish that any one could
eat--I consider it simply outrageous.”
Not one word did the man understand, for the Canon had spoken in
English. The proprietor smiled and bowed most placidly, saying--“_Je
vous remercie mille fois, m'sieur--votre compliment est très
distingué--très gracieux; je suis heureux--merci!_”
He had too hastily assumed that the clergyman had offered him the usual
congratulations upon his cuisine, and he had replied with more than his
customary politeness, the visitor having shown himself to be much more
enthusiastic than the ordinary run of people had time to be, considering
that most of them were counting the moments until they should be in the
Casino at Monte Carlo.
I did not know who the very frank clergyman was at that time; but four
or five years later I recognised him at Broadminster.
His brother, the second best preacher, assuming the correctness of the
Canon's judgment, though perhaps it might have been reversed on appeal,
was rector of one of the parishes, and it was rumoured that he was
not disposed at any time to take too humble a view of his claims to
distinction, however slow other people might be to admit their validity.
It is said that upon one occasion, on his return from a visit to the
Holy Land, he preached a sermon giving some striking examples of the
fulfilment of prophecy in connection with the topography of Palestine.
“My dear friends,” he said, “I was particularly struck with the accuracy
of some of the details of the prophecies, when one day I was among the
ruins of one of those cities referred to in the Sacred Writings. I had
the Book in my hand, and I read that the land should be in heaps: I
looked up, and there were heaps on every side. I read that the bittern
should cry there: I looked up, and, lo, a bittern was standing there in
its loneliness. I read that the minister of the Lord should mourn there.
My dear friends, _I was that minister_.”
II.--THE “CHARPSON”
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