Poets are disturbing; they cannot be comfortably imitated, they are unsafe, not certainly the metal, unless you have Laureates, entitled to speak by their pay and decorations; and these are but one at a time-and a quotation may remind us of a parody, to convulse the sacred dome! Established plain prose officials do better for our English.

The audience moved round with heads of undertakers.
Victor called to recollection Fenellan's 'Rev.Glendoveer' while Mr.
Barmby pursued his discourse, uninterrupted by tripping wags.

And those who have schemes, as well as those who are startled by the criticism in laughter to discover that they have cause for shunning it, rejoice when wits are absent.

Mr.Sowerby and Nesta interchanged a comment on Mr.
Barmby's remarks: The Fate of Princes! The Paths of Glory! St.Louis was a very distant Roman Catholic monarch; and the young gentleman of Evangelical education could admire him as a Crusader.

St.Louis was for Nesta a figure in the rich hues of royal Saintship softened to homeliness by tears.