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‘
Ah
!
’
said
the
count
,
drawing
out
the
tablets
again
,
‘
ver
good
—
fine
words
to
begin
a
chapter
.
Chapter
forty
-
seven
.
Poltics
.
The
word
poltic
surprises
by
himself
—
’
And
down
went
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
remark
,
in
Count
Smorltork
’
s
tablets
,
with
such
variations
and
additions
as
the
count
’
s
exuberant
fancy
suggested
,
or
his
imperfect
knowledge
of
the
language
occasioned
.
‘
Count
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
.
‘
Mrs
.
Hunt
,
’
replied
the
count
.
‘
This
is
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
a
friend
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
,
and
a
poet
.
’
‘
Stop
,
’
exclaimed
the
count
,
bringing
out
the
tablets
once
more
.
‘
Head
,
potry
—
chapter
,
literary
friends
—
name
,
Snowgrass
;
ver
good
.
Introduced
to
Snowgrass
—
great
poet
,
friend
of
Peek
Weeks
—
by
Mrs
.
Hunt
,
which
wrote
other
sweet
poem
—
what
is
that
name
?
—
Fog
—
Perspiring
Fog
—
ver
good
—
ver
good
indeed
.
’
And
the
count
put
up
his
tablets
,
and
with
sundry
bows
and
acknowledgments
walked
away
,
thoroughly
satisfied
that
he
had
made
the
most
important
and
valuable
additions
to
his
stock
of
information
.
‘
Wonderful
man
,
Count
Smorltork
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
.
‘
Sound
philosopher
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pott
.
‘
Clear
-
headed
,
strong
-
minded
person
,
’
added
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
A
chorus
of
bystanders
took
up
the
shout
of
Count
Smorltork
’
s
praise
,
shook
their
heads
sagely
,
and
unanimously
cried
,
‘
Very
!
’
As
the
enthusiasm
in
Count
Smorltork
’
s
favour
ran
very
high
,
his
praises
might
have
been
sung
until
the
end
of
the
festivities
,
if
the
four
something
-
ean
singers
had
not
ranged
themselves
in
front
of
a
small
apple
-
tree
,
to
look
picturesque
,
and
commenced
singing
their
national
songs
,
which
appeared
by
no
means
difficult
of
execution
,
inasmuch
as
the
grand
secret
seemed
to
be
,
that
three
of
the
something
-
ean
singers
should
grunt
,
while
the
fourth
howled
.
This
interesting
performance
having
concluded
amidst
the
loud
plaudits
of
the
whole
company
,
a
boy
forthwith
proceeded
to
entangle
himself
with
the
rails
of
a
chair
,
and
to
jump
over
it
,
and
crawl
under
it
,
and
fall
down
with
it
,
and
do
everything
but
sit
upon
it
,
and
then
to
make
a
cravat
of
his
legs
,
and
tie
them
round
his
neck
,
and
then
to
illustrate
the
ease
with
which
a
human
being
can
be
made
to
look
like
a
magnified
toad
—
all
which
feats
yielded
high
delight
and
satisfaction
to
the
assembled
spectators
.
After
which
,
the
voice
of
Mrs
.
Pott
was
heard
to
chirp
faintly
forth
,
something
which
courtesy
interpreted
into
a
song
,
which
was
all
very
classical
,
and
strictly
in
character
,
because
Apollo
was
himself
a
composer
,
and
composers
can
very
seldom
sing
their
own
music
or
anybody
else
’
s
,
either
.
This
was
succeeded
by
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
’
s
recitation
of
her
far
-
famed
‘
Ode
to
an
Expiring
Frog
,
’
which
was
encored
once
,
and
would
have
been
encored
twice
,
if
the
major
part
of
the
guests
,
who
thought
it
was
high
time
to
get
something
to
eat
,
had
not
said
that
it
was
perfectly
shameful
to
take
advantage
of
Mrs
.
Hunter
’
s
good
nature
.
So
although
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
professed
her
perfect
willingness
to
recite
the
ode
again
,
her
kind
and
considerate
friends
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
it
on
any
account
;
and
the
refreshment
room
being
thrown
open
,
all
the
people
who
had
ever
been
there
before
,
scrambled
in
with
all
possible
despatch
—
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
’
s
usual
course
of
proceedings
being
,
to
issue
cards
for
a
hundred
,
and
breakfast
for
fifty
,
or
in
other
words
to
feed
only
the
very
particular
lions
,
and
let
the
smaller
animals
take
care
of
themselves
.
