Matter, the wise man’s God; the Crowd’s—no Matter.
[3]. (See Report of Professor Tyndall’s Inaugural Discourse to the British Association.)
Christmas Chimes
Little Penelope Socrates—
A Boston maid of four—
Wide opened her eyes on Christmas morn,
And looked the landscape o’er.
“What is it inflates my bas de bleu?”
She asked with dignity;
“’Tis Ibsen in the original;