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The Attache Or Sam Slick In England

The Attache Or Sam Slick In England

Haliburton, Thomas Chandler

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Travel WritingFiction AnthologiesBritish History

ISBN10: 1162688246
ISBN13: 9781162688244
Publisher: Kessinger Pub Llc
Published: Sep 10 2010
Pages: 212
Weight: 0.82
Height: 0.45 Width: 7.50 Depth: 9.25
Language: English
The Attache Or Sam Slick In England is a novel written by Thomas Chandler Haliburton. It follows the journey of Sam Slick, a fictional character who is sent to England as an attache to the British court. Throughout the novel, Slick provides a humorous and satirical commentary on British society and culture.The novel is divided into a series of letters that Slick writes back to his friend in Nova Scotia, Canada. In these letters, Slick describes his experiences in England, including his encounters with various members of British society, such as politicians, aristocrats, and intellectuals. He also provides his opinions on British customs, manners, and traditions, often contrasting them with those of his native Nova Scotia.As a satirical novel, The Attache Or Sam Slick In England is known for its wit, humor, and social commentary. Haliburton uses Slick's character to poke fun at British society and its values, while also highlighting the differences between British and North American cultures. The novel was first published in 1850 and has since become a classic of Canadian literature.What a scarecrow lookin' critter old aunty was, warn't she? She was all in rags and tatters, and though she lived 'longside of the lake the best part of her emigrant life, had never used water since she was christened. Her eyes were so sunk in her head, they looked like two burnt holes in a blanket. Her hair was pushed back, and tied so tight with an eel-skin behind her head, it seemed to take the hide with it. I 'most wonder how she ever shot to her eyes to go to sleep. She had no stockins on her legs, and no heels to her shoes, so she couldn't lift her feet up, for fear of droppin' off her slippers; but she just shoved and slid about as if she was on ice.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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