The Rev. Dr. Folliott.—Then I move that our respective papers be committed to our respective pockets.
Mr. Mac Quedy.—Political economy is divided into two great branches, production and consumption.
The Rev. Dr. Folliott.—Yes, sir; there are two great classes of men: those who produce much and consume little; and those who consume much and produce nothing. The fruges consumere nati have the best of it. Eh, Captain! You remember the characteristics of a great man according to Aristophanes: ὅστις γε πίνειν οἶδε καὶ βίνειν μόνον. Ha! ha! ha! Well, Captain, even in these tight-laced days, the obscurity of a learned language allows a little pleasantry.
Captain Fitzchrome.—Very true, sir; the pleasantry and the obscurity go together; they are all one, as it were—to me at any rate (aside).
Mr. Mac Quedy.—Now, sir—
The Rev. Dr. Folliott.—Pray, sir, let your science alone, or you will put me under the painful necessity of demolishing it bit by bit, as I have done your exordium. I will undertake it any morning; but it is too hard exercise after dinner.
Mr. Mac Quedy.—Well, sir, in the meantime I hold my science established.
The Rev. Dr. Folliott.—And I hold it demolished.
Mr. Crotchet, jun. Pray, gentlemen, pocket your manuscripts, fill your glasses, and consider what we shall do with our money.
Mr. Mac Quedy.—Build lecture-rooms, and schools for all.