The Attache Or Sam Slick In England is a novel written by Thomas Chandler Haliburton. It follows the adventures of Sam Slick, a witty and cunning salesman from Nova Scotia, Canada, who travels to England as an attache for the colonial government. Sam Slick is a colorful character who is always ready with a clever remark or a witty observation. He quickly becomes popular in English society, using his charm and wit to make friends and influence people.The novel is a satirical commentary on English society in the early 19th ...
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The Attache Or Sam Slick In England is a novel written by Thomas Chandler Haliburton. It follows the adventures of Sam Slick, a witty and cunning salesman from Nova Scotia, Canada, who travels to England as an attache for the colonial government. Sam Slick is a colorful character who is always ready with a clever remark or a witty observation. He quickly becomes popular in English society, using his charm and wit to make friends and influence people.The novel is a satirical commentary on English society in the early 19th century, and Haliburton uses Sam Slick as a vehicle to poke fun at the customs, manners, and politics of the time. The book is divided into a series of episodes, each of which focuses on a different aspect of English life. Sam Slick encounters a variety of characters, from aristocrats to commoners, and he uses his quick wit and sharp tongue to navigate the complex social hierarchy of English society.Despite its humorous tone, The Attache Or Sam Slick In England also touches on more serious themes, such as the relationship between England and its colonies, the role of government in society, and the nature of human ambition. Haliburton's writing is witty and engaging, and the novel remains a classic of Canadian literature to this day.""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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