And there he ceased: as truly it was time,

For of the various themes that left his mouth,

One half surpass’d her intellectual climb:

She knew no more than the old Hill of Howth

About that “Children of a larger growth,”

Who notes proceedings of the F. R. S.’s;

Kit North, was just as strange to her as South,

Except the south the weathercock expresses,

Nay, Bartley’s Orrery defied her guesses.