I then added that I was the less surprised at this facility of language, from having heard my brother declare he knew no man who read Greek with that extraordinary rapidity—no, not Dr. Parr, nor any of the professed Grecians, whose peculiar study it had been through life.
This could be nothing, he said, but partiality.
“Not mine, at least,” cried I, laughing, “for Greek excellence is rather Out Of my sphere of panegyric!”
“Well,” cried he, laughing too at my disclaiming, “‘Tis’ your brother’s partiality. However, ’tis one I must try not to lose. I must take to my Greek exercises again.”
They will do you a world of good, thought I, if they take you but from your prosecution-exercises.
MORE TALK WITH MR. WINDHAM.
We then talked of Mr. Burke. “How finely,” I cried, “he has spoken! with what fullness of intelligence, and what fervour!” He agreed, with delighted concurrence. “Yet,—so much so long!” I added.
“True!” cried he, ingenuously, yet concerned. “What pity he can never stop!”