Aw felt myself a greataw fool
Than aw had evaw felt befaw;
Aw’ll study at some wagged school
The tale of that old blackamaw!
It must be this same kind of Englishman, of whom the following story is told: He was traveling on some American railroad, when a tremendous explosion took place; the cars, at the same time, coming to a sudden halt. The passengers sprang up in terror, and rushed out to acquaint themselves with the cause and extent of the mischief, all but His Serene Highness, who continued reading his newspaper. In a moment some one rushed back, and informed him that the boiler had burst. “Awe!” grunted the Englishman.
“Yes, and sixteen people have been killed!”
“Awe!” he muttered again.
“And—and,” said his interlocutor, with an effort, “your own man—your servant—has been blown into a hundred pieces!”
“Awe! Bring me the piece that has the key of my portmanteau!”