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(-) stopping as if the point wanted settling. And after the nominative case, (which, your lordship knows, should govern the verb,) he suspended his voice in the epilogue a dozen times, three seconds and three-fifths, by a stop-watch, my lord, each time
Admirable grammarian! But, in suspending his voice, was the sense suspended likewise? Did no expression of attitude or countenance fill up the chasm? Was the eye silent? Did you narrowly look?
I looked only at the stop-watch, my lord.
Excellent observer! And what of this new book the whole world makes such a rout about?
Oh! 'tis out of all plumb, my lord—quite an irregular thing !—not one of the angles at the four corners was a right angle. I had my rule and compasses, my lord, in my pocket.
And, for the epic poem your lordship bid me look at—upon taking the length, breadth, height, and depth of it, and trying them at home upon an exact scale of Bossu's—'tis out, my lord, in every one of its dimensions.
Admirable connoisseur ! And did you step in to take a look at the grand picture, in your way back?
'Tis a melancholy daub, my lord; not one principle of the pyramid in any one group! And what a price !—for there is nothing of the coloring of Titian—the expression of Rubensthe grace of Raphael—the purity of Dominichino—the corregiescity of Corregio—the learning of Poussin—the airs of Guido—the taste of the Garrichis—or the grand contour of Angelo
Grant me patience! Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting. I would go fifty miles on foot, to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands-be pleased, he knows not why and cares not wherefore.
THE MONKEY THAT SHAVED HIMSELF AND HIS FRIENDS
A man who own'd a barber's shop
It chanc'd in shop the dog and cat,
Nor yet was tir'd our roguish elf:
Drew razor swift as he could pull it,
Who cannot write, yet handle pens,
HOTSPUR’S ACCOUNT OF A FOP-SHAKBPEARE.
My liege, I did deny no prisoners,
He was perfumed like a milliner ;
With many holiday and lady terms He questioned me; amongst the rest demanded My prisoners in your majesty's behalf. I then all smarting with my wounds, being galled To be so pestered with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answered neglectingly-I know not whatHe should, or should not; for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet,
This bald, unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I hate the very name of box ;
It fills me full of fears ;
Since I was young in years.
Where I had many knocks ;
Because I couldn't box,
I pack'd my box ; I pick'd the locks;
And ran away to sea ;
The compass merrily.
I came ashore— I called a coach,
And mounted on the box ;
The coach upset against a post,
And gave me dreadful knocks.
And married Martha Cox;
I took a country box.
All border'd round with box ;
A certain Captain Knox.
They had a private box :
I hated Captain Knox.
And went to Lawyer Fox,
All from a jury box
Soon emptied my strong box ;
All thro’ that crafty Fox.
I've had so many shocks ;
They 'll nail me in a box.
THE DANCING MASTER ABROAD.—HALIBURTON.
Now, said Mr. Slick, to change the tune, I'll give the bluenoses a new phrase. They 'll have an election, most likely, next year, and then “the dancin' master will be abroad." A candidate is a most particular polite man, and anoddin' here,