I sometimes think of appealing to the public, and calling together a congress of SAVANS, such as met at Southampton--each to bring his contributions and read his paper on the Great Subject.

For what can a single poor few do, even with the subject at present in hand?
English Snobs on the Continent--though they are a hundred thousand times less numerous than on their native island, yet even these few are too many.

One can only fix a stray one here and there.

The individuals are caught--the thousands escape.

I have noted down but three whom I have met with in my walk this morning through this pleasant marine city of Boulogne.
There is the English Raff Snob, that frequents ESTAMINETS and CABARETS; who is heard yelling, 'We won't go home till morning!' and startling the midnight echoes of quiet Continental towns with shrieks of English slang.