I dare not say that civilized man is to be studied with the eye of a naturalist; but my vulgar meaning might almost be twisted to convey: that our sentimentalists are a variety owing their existence to a certain prolonged term of comfortable feeding.

The pig, it will be retorted, passes likewise through this training.

He does.

But in him it is not combined with an indigestion of high German romances.

Here is so notable a difference, that he cannot possibly be said to be of the family.