The Book of Snobs

approval, or abuse, come pouring into MR. PUNCH’S box. We have been called to task for betraying the secrets of three different families of De Mogyns; no less than four Lady Scrapers have

Street?’ asks some fair remonstrant

an indignant gentleman (who spelt ELEGANT with two I’s)—‘Show up the Clerical Snob,’ suggests another.—‘Being at “Meurice’s Hotel,” Paris, some time since,’ some wag hi

cleaned. Lord B., in so doing, performed a perfectly natural and gentlemanlike action; for which I am so pleased with him that I have had him designed in a favourable and elegant attitude, and put at the head of this Chapter in t

ess you are a sprig of nobility there is little hope of seeing him at home. In a great City Snob firm there is generally one partner whose name is down for charities, and who frequents Exeter Hall; you may catch a glimpse of another (a scientific City Snob) at my Lord

tself —(beloved Lady Wilhelmina Wagglewiggle! do you recollect the sensation we made at the ball of our late adored Sovereign Queen Caroline, at Brandenburg

s brother, the Duke of Strachino, are also remarkable for their hospitalities. I like the spirit of the first-named nobleman. Titles not costing much in the Roman territory, he has had the head clerk of the banking-house made a Marquis, and his Lordship will screw a BAJOCCO out of you in exchange as dexterously as any commoner could do. It is a comfo

een pure for centuries, and who looks down upon common Englishmen as a free American does on a nigger,— I like to see old Stiffneck obliged to bow down his head and swallow his infernal pride, and drink the cup of humiliation poured out by Pump and Aldgate’s butler. ‘Pump and Aldgate, says he, ‘your grandfather was a bricklayer, and his hod is still kept in the bank. Your pedigree begins in a workhouse; mine can be dated from all the ro

ess it, set a higher store on it than those who do? Perhaps the best use of that book, the ‘Peerage,’ is to look down the list, and see how many have bought and sold birth,— ho

s person is blessed by a Bishop at St. George’s, Hanover Square, and next year

saw young Pump in the parlour at the bank in the City,

sgusted, and, after a pause, said, ‘LADY B

ing him good-bye; and ten minutes after, the story was all over the Stoc

o has a wife who scorns him; who cannot see his own friends in his own house; who having deserted the middle rank of life, is not yet a

money has been washed during a generation or so; has been washed into estates, and woods, and castles, and town-mansions, it is allowed to pass current as real aristocratic coin. Old Pump sweeps a shop, runs of messages, becomes a confidential clerk and partner. Pump the Second becomes chief of the house, s