286 THE ANGLICISED FRENCHMAN. 



boots. Thus equipped, he reminded one of the 

 " monkey who had seen the world," and evidently 

 appeared as much at home as, it is said, a hog 

 does in armour, although I should question any of 

 the porcine race being induced to try such an ex- 

 periment even vi et armis. 



That his name might tally with his costume, he 

 assumed that of Harry Lee, and thus armed, as he 

 thought, at all points, set off on his journey, and 

 arrived safely at Calais, with an English friend. 

 Had Mossu followed his companion's advice, and 

 resolutely held his tongue, all might have gone 

 well ; but one of the custom-house officers, making 

 rather free with his luggage, his ire was excited, 

 and being questioned in turn as to his name, he 

 drew himself up in a haughty manner, exclaiming, 

 " I am Harry Lee, von English jontilman." This 

 was too much for even the politeness of a French- 

 man, and bursting into a laugh, he exclaimed, " Ma 

 fox, Monsieur^ la parure est Anglaise, mais Vliomme 

 est FrangoisJ' 



To return from this digression, I resume my 

 pen for the first of October, the commencement 

 of the regular season for all rural sports. Fox- 

 hunting now begins in earnest, pheasant shooting, 

 coursing, hare-hunting, wood-cock, snipe, and 

 wild-fowl shooting, now in turn claim the atten- 



