Nempe incomposito dixi pede currere versus.
I find too much of it: fatal facility, betraying the want of that labor limæ, without which no work can have value."
"She will learn the difficult 'art to blot' in time," suggested Julius; "at present she is all exuberance."
"Is not over luxuriance," said Violet, "rather the property of weeds than of flowers?"
"Certainly," said Vyner. "The volume wants weeding sadly. You know what 'Horace' says?—
Ut brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se
Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures."
"Well," interrupted Rose; "but not to be so critical, do you not think the volume shows great power?"
"Rather the will to be great than the power," said Marmaduke. "It is daring and extravagant, but it does not seem to me to have the daring and extravagance of genius."
"Doesn't it stwike you as vewy stwange that a young woman should wite in such twemendous misewy? Nothing but seductions, delusions, bwoken hearts, pwostwated spiwits, agonies of wemorse, tewible pwedictions, wetched wevewies, and all that sort of thing! Besides, what does she pwopose when she wepeatedly weitewates the necessity of some better and more weflective Chwistianity?"
"Those are the extravagances I speak of."