Stick to this vegetable food of mine:
Men who eat pork grunt, root and sleep like swine.”
Some laughed, and some grew mad, and some grew red:
The pork was hissing; but his point was clear.
Still no one answered him, till Nestor said,
“One inference that I would draw is here:
You vegetarians, who thus educate us,
Thus far have turned out very small potatoes.”
THE POET BRYANT AS A HUMORIST.
Those who are familiar with Mr. Lowell’s Fable for Critics, will remember the lines:—