All recent works of fiction exhibit the deplorable corruption of the
vernacular English. You cannot open a novel or book of travels printed
within the present year without stumbling on French or Italian words,
and so frequent is their occurrence, that they are often printed in the
same type as the rest of the page, not in italic, as of old. In short,
some of the authors of the present day seem to have "worn their language
to rags, and patched it up with scraps and ends of foreign." This, in
great measure proceeds from "some far-journeyed gentlemen, who, at their
return home, powder their talk with over-sea language. He that cometh
lately out of France, will talk French-English, and never blush at the
matter."
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