EN will sooner forgive an injury than an insult.
Lord Chesterfield, Letters to his Son.
HY is it that stupid people are always so much more anxious to talk to one, than clever people?
Charles Buxton, Notes of Thought.
ND Darwin, too, who leads the throng "in vulgum voces spargere,"
Maintains Humanity is nought except a big menagerie,
The progeny of tailless apes, sharp-eared but puggy-nosed, sir,
Who nightly climbed their "family trees," and on the top reposed, sir.
There's Carlyle, on the other hand, whose first and last concern it is
To preach up the "immensities" and muse on the "eternities";
But if one credits what one hears, the gist of all his brag is, sir,
That "Erbwürst," rightly understood, is transcendental haggis, sir.
F. D., in Pall Mall Gazette.
