If you should hear of a poet to-day writing a poem on a thin layer of lard or butter, you would yourself be the first to call a halt." "No, I shouldn't," said Homer, quietly; "in fact, I wish the poets would do that.

We'd have fewer bad poems to read; and that's the way you should look at it.

I venture to say that if this modern plan of making busts and friezes in butter had been adopted at an earlier period, the public places in our great cities and our national Walhallas would seem less like repositories of comic art, since the first critical rays of a warm sun would have reduced the carven atrocities therein to a spot on the pavement.

The butter school of sculpture has its advantages, my boy, and you should be crowning the inventor of the system with laurel, and not heaping coals of fire upon his brow." "That," said Burns, "is, after all, the solid truth, Phidias.

Take the brass caricatures of me, for instance.