Do you see yonder that stout gentleman with
stuff on his shirt? the eloquent Dr. McGuffog, of Edinburgh, talking to
Dr. Ettore, who lately escaped from the Inquisition at Rome in the
disguise of a washerwoman, after undergoing the question several times,
the rack and the thumbscrew. They say that he was to have been burned in
the Grand Square the next morning; but between ourselves, my dear
Colonel, I mistrust these stories of converts and martyrs. Did you ever
see a more jolly-looking man than Professor Schnurr, who was locked up in
Spielberg, and got out up a chimney, and through a window? Had he waited
a few months there are very few windows he could have passed through.
That splendid man in the red fez is Kurbash Pasha--another renegade, I
deeply lament to say--a hairdresser from Marseilles, by name Monsieur
Ferehaud, who passed into Egypt, and laid aside the tongs for a turban.
He is talking with Mr. Palmer, one of our most delightful young poets,
and with Desmond O'Tara, son of the late revered Bishop of Ballinafad,
who has lately quitted ours for the errors of the Church of Rome.
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