margutte

Updated: June 14, 2025

Morgante, who had the great bell-clapper in his hand above-mentioned, struck it on the ground with astonishment, as much as to say, "Who the devil is this?" and then set himself on a stone by the way-side to observe the creature. "What's your name, traveller?" said Morgante, as it came up. "My name's Margutte," said the phenomenon.

Leigh Hunt - Stories from the Italian Poets: with Lives of the Writers, Volume 1

"To which Margutte answered with a sneer, I like the blue no better than the black, My faith consists alone in savoury cheer, In roasted capons, and in potent sack; But above all, in famous gin and clear, Which often lays the Briton on his back, With lump of sugar, and with lympth from well, I drink it, and defy the fiends of hell."

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest

'And how's my brewer to be paid? said the landlord. 'I really don't know, said I. 'I'll change my religion, said the landlord. Another visit A la Margutte Clever man Napoleon's estimate Another statue. One evening Belle and myself received another visit from the man in black.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest

‘High mass!’ said the man in black; ‘however,’ he continued, after a pause, ‘I will be frank with you; I came to be so; I may have heard high mass on a time, and said it too; but as for any predilection for it, I assure you I have no more than for a long High Church sermon.’ ‘You speak a la Margutte,’ said I. ‘Margutte!’ said the man in black, musingly, ‘Margutte!’

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, The Gypsy, The Priest