Crack, crack----crack, crack----crack, crack----so this is _Paris!_ quoth I (continuing in the same mood)--and this is _Paris!_----humph! ----_Paris!_ cried I, repeating the name the third time----
The first, the finest, the most brilliant----
The streets however are nasty.
But it looks, I suppose, better than it smells----crack, crack----crack, crack----what a fuss thou makest! --as if it concerned the good people to be informed, that a man with pale face and clad in black, had the honour to be driven into _Paris_ at nine o'clock at night, by a postilion in a tawny yellow jerkin, turned up with red calamanco--crack, crack----crack, crack----crack, crack, ----I wish thy whip----
----But 'tis the spirit of thy nation; so crack--crack on.
Ha! ----and no one gives the wall! ----but in the SCHOOL of URBANITY herself, if the walls are besh-t--how can you do otherwise?

Crack, crack - crack, crack - crack, crack - 'so this is Paris!' quoth I (in the same mood). 'Humph! Paris!
'The first, the finest, the most brilliant-
'The streets however are nasty.
'But I suppose it looks better than it smells.'
Crack, crack - crack, crack - what a fuss thou makest! as if the good people needed to be informed that a man with a pale face and clad in black was driven into Paris at nine o'clock by a postilion in a tawny yellow jerkin-
Crack, crack - crack, crack - I wish thy whip-
But 'tis the spirit of thy nation; so crack on.
Ha! - and no one gives you space by the wall! but if the walls are besh _t, - how can you do otherwise?
