Poets, to be sure! Sausage-makers! Empty skins of old phrases,--stuff 'em with odds and ends of old thoughts that never were good for anything,--cut 'em up in lengths and sell'em to fools! "And if they ain't big fools enough to buy 'em, give'em away; and if you can't do that, pay folks to take'em.

Bah! what a fine style of genius common-sense is! There's a passage in the book that would fit half these addle-headed rhymesters.

What is that saying of mine about I squinting brains ?" He took down "Thoughts on the Universe," and read:-- "Of Squinting Brains.
"Where there is one man who squints with his eyes, there are a dozen who squint with their brains.

It is an infirmity in one of the eyes, making the two unequal in power, that makes men squint.

Just so it is an inequality in the two halves of the brain that makes some men idiots and others rascals.