"Poet? English poet?" said the Senator, with some surprise. "Oh--why, marm, I think Watts is about the best of the lot!"
"Watt? Was he a poet? I did not know zat. He who invented ze stim-injaine? And yet if he was a poet it is natnrale zat you loafe him best."
"Steam-engine? Oh no! This one was a minister."
"A meeneestaire? Ah! an abbé? I know him not. Yet I haf read mos of all youar poets."
"He made up hymns, marm, and psalms--for instance: 'Watts's Divine Hymns and Spiritual Songs.'"
"Songs? Spiritnelle? Ah, I mus at once procuaire ze works of Watt, which was favorit poet of my Senator."
"A lady of such intelligence as you would like the poet Watts," said the Senator, firmly.
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"He is the best known by far of all our poets."