. Our village. All one dust. were visibly grumbling at the weather, scolding at thedust, and heating themselves like a furnace, by strivingagainst the heat. How well I remember the fat gentle-man without his coat, who was wiping his forehead,heaving up his wig, and certainly uttering that Englishejaculation, which, to our national reproach, is the phraseof our language best known on the continent. Andthat poor boy, red-hot, all in a flame, whose mamma, | THE HARD SUMMER 163 having divested her own person of all superfluous apparel,was trying to relieve his sufferings by the removal of hisnecke
. Our village. All one dust. were visibly grumbling at the weather, scolding at thedust, and heating themselves like a furnace, by strivingagainst the heat. How well I remember the fat gentle-man without his coat, who was wiping his forehead,heaving up his wig, and certainly uttering that Englishejaculation, which, to our national reproach, is the phraseof our language best known on the continent. Andthat poor boy, red-hot, all in a flame, whose mamma, | THE HARD SUMMER 163 having divested her own person of all superfluous apparel,was trying to relieve his sufferings by the removal of hisneckerchief—an operation which he resisted with all his. r^-fp,
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