The humour of Italy; . ore Mastro Rocco was seen againat the barons. When he next presented himself, alongwith the little old man, he carefully set down a basket fullof hay which he had carried up under his arm, and beganto gesticulate vehemently as he pointed out the preciousobjects reposing in the basket and covered with thehay. Ah ! signor barone ! what a novelty ! what a novelty !Your worship will be enchanted, upon my word of honour ! The baron had put on his spectacles in order the betterto admire; and when he saw some half-dozen figures ofCeres, exactly like the others, but with unmista
The humour of Italy; . ore Mastro Rocco was seen againat the barons. When he next presented himself, alongwith the little old man, he carefully set down a basket fullof hay which he had carried up under his arm, and beganto gesticulate vehemently as he pointed out the preciousobjects reposing in the basket and covered with thehay. Ah ! signor barone ! what a novelty ! what a novelty !Your worship will be enchanted, upon my word of honour ! The baron had put on his spectacles in order the betterto admire; and when he saw some half-dozen figures ofCeres, exactly like the others, but with unmistakable pipesin their mouths, instead of being enchanted, he roaredaloud— 136 ITALIAN HUMOUR. Ah! Mastro Rocco, you thief! Ah! you scoundrel!And he would have put a pistol-bullet through the headof each if they had not jumped from the window regardlessof possible broken necks ; though, after all, it was not veryhigh. Mastro Rocco only broke his arm, and had a masssaid to his patron saint for assistance rendered in this. jk -
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