Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass.
GNORANCE is not so damnable as humbug, but when it prescribes pills it may happen to do more harm.
Felix Holt, in George Eliot's novel.
PUSH aside the blinding books;
The reverend pages seem to wink;
Each letter like a dozen looks,
Which doesn't let a student think.
Within my ears I hear a "thrum;"
Before my eyes there floats a haze;
And mocking shadows flit and come,
And make my nights a constant daze!
Robert Reece, in Comic Poets.
RTHODOXY is at a low ebb. Only two clergymen accepted my offer to come and help hoe my potatoes for the privilege of using my vegetable total-depravity figure about the snake-grass, or quash-grass, as some call it; and these two did not bring hoes. There seems to be a lack of disposition to hoe among our educated clergy.