Nobody understands it.

It blesses the old people and dies.

One of these days the young gentleman from Cambridge will, one hopes, have a Baby of his own--a real Child: and serve him darn-well right.
At present he is labouring under a wrong conception of the article.

He says we over-educate it.

We clog its wonderful brain with a mass of uninteresting facts and foolish formulas that we call knowledge.