The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. YellowplushThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Didactic fiction; England -- Fiction; Household employees -- Fiction; Humorous stories; Master and servant -- Fiction
Well, then, although this Dairy is likely searusly to injur my pussonal
intrests, by fourstalling a deal of what I had to say in my private
memoars--though many, many guineas, is taken from my pockit, by
cuttin short the tail of my narratif--though much that I had to say in
souperior languidge, greased with all the ellygance of my orytory, the
benefick of my classcle reading, the chawms of my agreble wit, is thus
abruply brot befor the world by an inferior genus, neither knowing nor
writing English; yet I say, that nevertheless I must say, what I am
puffickly prepaired to say, to gainsay which no man can say a word--yet
I say, that I say I consider this publication welkom. Far from viewing
it with enfy, I greet it with applaws; because it increases that most
exlent specious of nollidge, I mean “FASHNABBLE NOLLIDGE:” compayred
to witch all other nollidge is nonsince--a bag of goold to a pare of
snuffers.
Could Lord Broom, on the Canady question, say moar? or say what he had
tu say better? We are marters, both of us, to prinsple; and every body
who knows eather knows that we would sacrafice anythink rather than
that. Fashion is the goddiss I adoar. This delightful work is an offring
on her srine; and as sich all her wushippers are bound to hail it.
Here is not a question of trumpry lords and honrabbles, generals and
barronites, but the crown itself, and the king and queen's actions;
witch may be considered as the crown jewels. Here's princes, and
grand-dukes and airsparent, and heaven knows what; all with blood-royal
in their veins, and their names mentioned in the very fust page of the
peeridge. In this book you become so intmate with the Prince of Wales,
that you may follow him, if you please, to his marridge-bed: or, if
you prefer the Princiss Charlotte, you may have with her an hour's
tator-tator.*
* Our estimable correspondent means, we presume, tete-a-tete.--O. Y.
Now, though most of the remarkable extrax from this book have been given
already (the cream of the Dairy, as I wittily say,) I shall trouble
you, nevertheless, with a few; partly because they can't be repeated
too often, and because the toan of obsyvation with which they have been
genrally received by the press, is not igsackly such as I think they
merit. How, indeed, can these common magaseen and newspaper pipple know
anythink of fashnabble life, let alone ryal?
Conseaving, then, that the publication of the Dairy has done reel good
on this scoar, and may probly do a deal moor, I shall look through it,
for the porpus of selecting the most ellygant passidges, and which I
think may be peculiarly adapted to the reader's benefick.
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