MY STAR AGAINST the ENTIRE WORLD! Neither the golden mountain nor the choicest beauty of Circassia shall ever sway my allegiance to my country. Richelieu. The pillars of corruption shall fall.—E. J. W.
396.—Wednesday, November 10, 1852.
FLYBYNIGHT WANTS the ANCHOR.—My dearest friend, you have solved this problem wrongly, and are like Sisogenes, who made the error in the Julian Calendar, which led to very ridiculous results. I will now play Pope Gregory the 13th with you and set you right. Pride clothed in humility was merely a means to an end—the reintegration of outraged justice and the re-adjustment of her scales—and that end will be accomplished.—E. J. W.
397.—Thursday, November 11, 1852.
FLYBYNIGHT WANTS the ANCHOR. A kingfisher has stolen the Ring of it, and Flybynight will founder.—E. J. W.
398.—Friday, November 12, 1852.
VENTRE-à-TERRE.—Robb——o. Pardon. Thanks. Prove this false.—“Tis hard to wine and thrive both in a year.”—S.
399.—Monday, November 15, 1852.
FLYBYNIGHT WANTS the ANCHOR. My dearest friend, the meanest garret in my native place, the eternal city, mighty London, is dearer to me than any palace, from the purple waves of the Mediterranean to the murky atmosphere of the Baltic. Pride, clothed in humility, though gifted with the beautiful eyes of Napoleon, on the same degree of longitude that made his fire new-stamped honour pass current, and though possessed of Aladdin’s wonderful lamp, will never sway me from my allegiance to my country—Richelieu. The pillars of corruption must fall.—E. J. W.