But ah, how delightful Pump Court looked when I revisited its well-known chimney-pots! CARI LUOGHI.

Welcome, welcome, O fog and smut! But if you think there is no moral in the foregoing account of the Pontine family, you are, Madam, most painfully mistaken.

In this very chapter we are going to have the moral--why, the whole of the papers are nothing BUT the moral, setting forth as they do the folly of being a Snob.
You will remark that in the Country Snobography my poor friend Ponto has been held up almost exclusively for the public gaze--and why?
Because we went to no other house?
Because other families did not welcome us to their mahogany?
No, no.

Sir John Hawbuck of the Haws, Sir John Hipsley of Briary Hall, don't shut the gates of hospitality: of General Sago's mulligatawny I could speak from experience.

And the two old ladies at Guttlebury, were they nothing?
Do you suppose that an agreeable young dog, who shall be nameless, would not be made welcome?
Don't you know that people are too glad to see ANYBODY in the country?
But those dignified personages do not enter into the scheme of the present work, and are but minor characters of our Snob drama; just as, in the play, kings and emperors are not half so important as many humble persons.