. Thackerayana;. 362 THA CKERA YANA. No. 7. The Connoisseur.—March 14, 1754. I loathd the dinner, while before my faceThe clown still pawd you with a rude embrace;But when ye toyd and kissd without controul,I turnd, and screend my eyes behind the bowl. To Mr. Town. t Sir,—I shall make no apology for recommending to yournotice, as Censor General, a fault that is too common amongmarried people ; I mean the absurd trick of fondling before com-pany. Love is, indeed, a very rare ingredient in modern wedlock ;nor can the parties entertain too much affection for each other,but an open display of it o
. Thackerayana;. 362 THA CKERA YANA. No. 7. The Connoisseur.—March 14, 1754. I loathd the dinner, while before my faceThe clown still pawd you with a rude embrace;But when ye toyd and kissd without controul,I turnd, and screend my eyes behind the bowl. To Mr. Town. t Sir,—I shall make no apology for recommending to yournotice, as Censor General, a fault that is too common amongmarried people ; I mean the absurd trick of fondling before com-pany. Love is, indeed, a very rare ingredient in modern wedlock ;nor can the parties entertain too much affection for each other,but an open display of it on all occasions renders them ridiculous. A few days ago I was introduced to a young couple whowere but lately married, and are reckoned by all their acquaint-. ance to be exceedingly happy in each other. I had scarcesaluted the bride, when the husband caught her eagerly in hisarms and almost devoured her with kisses. When we were seated,they took care to place themselves close to each other, and duringour conversation he was constantly fiddling with her fingers,tapping her cheek, or playing with her hair. At dinner, they weremutually employed in pressing each other to taste of every dish,and the fond appellations of My dear, My love, &c, werecontinually bandied across the table. Soon after the cloth wasremoved, the lady made a motion to retire, but the husbandprevented the compliments of the rest of the company by saying, We should be unhappy without her. As the bottle went round,he joined her health to every toast, and could not help now andthen rising from his chair to press her hand, and manifest the THE CONNOISSEUR: 363 warmth of his passion by the ardour of his caresses. This preciousfooling, though it highly entertained them, gave
Size: 2134px × 1171px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, bookidthackerayana, bookyear1875
