Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, September 17, 1892

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Exceedingly kind and flattering of MAX MÜLLER! I hope there are but few here present who have never enjoyed the privilege of listening to Mr. GLADSTONE. Ha! ha! He little thought there was one there who had not enjoyed that privilege. Have enjoyed most privileges in my time, but never that of hearing myself as others hear me —more or less. Unavoidable absence of Mr. GLADSTONE! Ho! ho! Then my disguise was perfect. Get myself up as a Liberal Unionist, with wig and eye-glass. Not likely anybody would recognise me in that rig.
Rather enjoyed myself—and my paper, Phœnician Elements in the Homeric Poems. Most seductive title! Such a popular touch about it! Think I shall have it printed as a leaflet for distribution among Workmen's Clubs and Radical Associations. Might conciliate those well-meaning but illogical Eight-Hour Men. Wonder if KEIRHARDIE would like a copy. What more nicely calculated to cheer the scant leisure of Labour?
Funny to hear my own sinuous sentences coming back to me from mouth of another. Not quite sure MAX is so fascinating in his voice, and so persuasive in his delivery as—but no matter. Can't say—as MAX did— I felt myself carried away, and convinced almost against my will. Not at all! Wonder what he meant by that? Why against his will ? That's what Liberal Unionists, and other preposterous and illogical opponents of mine say in House, when they compliment me on my eloquence, and then vote against me! Absurd! Wish they'd drop their compliments and vote straight.
Small and exotic contribution to Oriental Congress! Neat description of paper running to nearly four columns of Times . Intense sentiment of nationality, which led the Greeks of later days to covet the title of Autochthones. Wonder if that reminded MAX, or anyone else, of another race with an intense sentiment of nationality, and a passionate love of the land from which they sprang. Wonder whether, if Nationalists were to call themselves Auctochthones instead of Home-Rulers, we should get along better? Must consult JUSTIN on this point. Should have to teach some of them to pronounce their new name, though. Autochthones, spoken in wrath, with a rich brogue, after dinner, would, I should think, beat Phillippopolis, or Ri' l'il, ti' li'l Isl'l hollow.