'In England, Angleterre, England, We Aspirate the "H," and We Say "Horse." Only our Lower Classes Say "Orse!"' 'Pardon,' said the foreign gentleman; 'I am alwiz wrong!' 'Our Language,' said Mr Podsnap, with a gracious consciousness of being always right, 'is Difficult.

Ours is a Copious Language, and Trying to Strangers.

I will not Pursue my Question.' But the lumpy gentleman, unwilling to give it up, again madly said, 'ESKER,' and again spake no more.
'It merely referred,' Mr Podsnap explained, with a sense of meritorious proprietorship, 'to Our Constitution, Sir.

We Englishmen are Very Proud of our Constitution, Sir.

It Was Bestowed Upon Us By Providence.