The word poltic surprises by himself--' And down went Mr.Pickwick's remark, in Count Smorltork's tablets, with such variations and additions as the count's exuberant fancy suggested, or his imperfect knowledge of the language occasioned.
'Count,' said Mrs.Leo Hunter.

'Mrs.Hunt,' replied the count.
'This is Mr.Snodgrass, a friend of Mr.Pickwick's, and a poet.' 'Stop,' exclaimed the count, bringing out the tablets once more.

'Head, potry--chapter, literary friends--name, Snowgrass; ver good.

Introduced to Snowgrass--great poet, friend of Peek Weeks--by Mrs.Hunt, which wrote other sweet poem--what is that name ?--Fog--Perspiring Fog--ver good--ver good indeed.' And the count put up his tablets, and with sundry bows and acknowledgments walked away, thoroughly satisfied that he had made the most important and valuable additions to his stock of information.
'Wonderful man, Count Smorltork,' said Mrs.Leo Hunter.
'Sound philosopher,' said Mr.Pott.
'Clear-headed, strong-minded person,' added Mr.Snodgrass.
A chorus of bystanders took up the shout of Count Smorltork's praise, shook their heads sagely, and unanimously cried, 'Very!' As the enthusiasm in Count Smorltork's favour ran very high, his praises might have been sung until the end of the festivities, if the four something-ean singers had not ranged themselves in front of a small apple-tree, to look picturesque, and commenced singing their national songs, which appeared by no means difficult of execution, inasmuch as the grand secret seemed to be, that three of the something-ean singers should grunt, while the fourth howled.

This interesting performance having concluded amidst the loud plaudits of the whole company, a boy forthwith proceeded to entangle himself with the rails of a chair, and to jump over it, and crawl under it, and fall down with it, and do everything but sit upon it, and then to make a cravat of his legs, and tie them round his neck, and then to illustrate the ease with which a human being can be made to look like a magnified toad--all which feats yielded high delight and satisfaction to the assembled spectators.
After which, the voice of Mrs.Pott was heard to chirp faintly forth, something which courtesy interpreted into a song, which was all very classical, and strictly in character, because Apollo was himself a composer, and composers can very seldom sing their own music or anybody else's, either.