Chapter C: S. CALVERLEY, Verses and Translations

Sheil had learnt and forgotten the exordium of a
speech which began with the word "Necessity."
This word he had repeated three times, when
Sir Robert Peel broke in--"is not _always_ the mother of
invention."

ABRAHAM HAYWARD, _Essays_.

_ON MR. FROUDE AND CANON KINGSLEY._

Froude informs the Scottish youth
Parsons have small regard for truth;
The Reverend Canon Kingsley cries
That History is a pack of lies.
What cause for judgment so malign?
A brief reflection solves the mystery:
Froude believes Kingsley a divine,
And Kingsley goes to Froude for history.

ANON.

Dined with Sydney Smith. He said that his brother
Robert had, in King George III.'s time, translated
the motto, "_Libertas sub rege pio_," "The
pious king has got liberty under."

R. H. BARHAM, _Life_.

_Landlord_: He's only a genus.
_Glavis_: A what?
_Landlord_: A genus!--a man who can do everything
in life except anything that's useful--that's a genus.

LORD LYTTON, _The Lady of Lyons_.

First love is a pretty romance,
But not half so sweet as 'tis reckoned;
And when one wakes from the trance,
There's a vast stock of bliss in the second.

And e'en should a second subside,
A lover should never despair;
The world is uncommonly wide,
And the women uncommonly fair.

The poets their raptures may tell,
Who have never been put to the test;
A first love is all very well,
But, believe me, the last love's the best.

MR. BERNAL.

I've nothing to say again' her piety, my dear; but
I know very well I shouldn't like her to cook
my victual. When a man comes in hungry an'
tired, piety won't feed him, I reckon. Hard carrots
'ull lie heavy on his stomach, piety or no piety. It's
right enough to be speritial--I'm no enemy to that; but
I like my potatoes mealy.

_Mrs. Linnet_, in GEORGE ELIOT's _Janet's Repentance_.

Somehow, sitting cosily here,
I think of the sunny summertide hours,
When the what-do-you-call-'em warbles clear,
And the breezes blow--likewise the flowers.

_Once a Week._

A lawyer's brief will be brief, before a freethinker
thinks freely.

_Guesses at Truth._

Juxtaposition, in fine; and what is juxtaposition?
Look you, we travel along in the railway, carriage or steamer,
And, _pour passer le temps_, till the tedious journey be ended,
Lay aside paper or book, to talk to the girl who is next one;
And, _pour passer le temps_, with the terminus all but in prospect,
Talk of eternal ties and marriages made in heaven.

_Claude_, in CLOUGH's _Amours de Voyage_.

We measure the excellency of other men by some
excellency we conceive to be in ourselves.

SELDEN, _Table Talk_.

Oh! spare those Gardens where the leafy glade
Prompts the proposal dalliance delayed;
Where tear-dewed lids, choked utterance, sobs suppressed,
Tear the confession from a doubting breast;
Whence they, who vainly haunted rout and ride,
Emerge triumphant from a suitor's side.

ALFRED AUSTIN, _The Season_.

They have queer hotels in Oregon. I remember
one where they gave me a bag of oats for a
pillow. I had night mares, of course.