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Twas plain to the whole court the word was ruined: La Fosseuse had given it a wound, and it was not the better for passing through all these defilesIt made a faint stand, however, for a few months, by the expiration of which, the Sieur De Croix, finding it high time to leave Navarre for want of whiskersthe word in course became indecent, and (after a few efforts) absolutely unfit for use. The best word, in the best language of the best world, must have suffered under such combinations.The curate of dEstella wrote a book against them, setting forth the dangers of accessory ideas, and warning the Navarois against them. Does not all the world know, said the curate dEstella at the conclusion of his work, that Noses ran the same fate some centuries ago in most parts of Europe, which Whiskers have now done in the kingdom of Navarre?The evil indeed spread no farther thenbut have not beds and bolsters, and night- caps and chamber-pots stood upon the brink of destruction ever since? Are not trouse, and placket-holes, and pump-handlesand spigots and faucets, in danger still from the same association?Chastity, by nature, the gentlest of all affectionsgive it but its headtis like a ramping and a roaring lion. The drift of the curate dEstellas argument was not understood.They ran the scent the wrong way.The world bridled his ass at the tail.And when the extremes of Delicacy, and the beginnings of Concupiscence, hold their next provincial chapter together, they may decree that bawdy also. |
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