This elegant epistle formed the subject of much laughter and conversation amongst us long after it was concluded; and little triumph could be claimed by any party, when nearly all were so roughly handled. So passed the last evening I spent in Munich—the next morning I was married.
The end.
EBOOK EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS:
Accept of benefits with a tone of dissatisfaction
Mistaking your abstraction for attention
My English proves me Irish
My French always shows me to be English
Nine-inside leathern “conveniency,” bumping
ten miles an hour
Pleased are we ever to paint the past according to
our own fancy
Sure if he did, doesn’t he take it out o’
me in the corns?
They were so perfectly contented with their self-deception
Unwashed hands, and a heavy gold ring upon his thumb