The Rev. Dr. Folliott.—Come where it will, the distribution of the state is in no respect analogous to the distribution of the family. The paterfamilias, sir: the paterfamilias.
Mr. Mac Quedy.—Well, sir, let that pass. The family consumes, and in order to consume, it must have supply.
The Rev. Dr. Folliott.—Well, sir, Adam and Eve knew that, when they delved and span.
Mr. Mac Quedy.—Very true, sir (reproducing his scroll). “In the infancy of society—”
Mr. Toogood.—The reverend gentleman has hit the nail on the head. It is the distribution that must be looked to; it is the paterfamilias that is wanting in the State. Now here I have provided him. (Reproducing his diagram.)
Mr. Trillo.—Apply the money, sir, to building and endowing an opera house, where the ancient altar of Bacchus may flourish, and justice may be done to sublime compositions. (Producing a part of a manuscript opera.)
Mr. Skionar.—No, sir, build sacella for transcendental oracles to teach the world how to see through a glass darkly. (Producing a scroll.)
Mr. Trillo.—See through an opera-glass brightly.
The Rev. Dr. Folliott.—See through a wine-glass full of claret; then you see both darkly and brightly. But, gentlemen, if you are all in the humour for reading papers, I will read you the first half of my next Sunday’s sermon. (Producing a paper.)
Omnes.—No sermon! No sermon!