He proceeded to introduce us to different Inmates. The first was a middle-aged, scholarly man, who was seated at a table with a Webster's Dictionary and a sheet of paper before him.
"Well, what luck to-day, Mr. Mowzer?" said the Superintendent.
"Three or four only," said Mr. Mowzer. "Will you hear 'em now,—now I'm here?"
We all nodded.
"Don't you see Webster ers in the words cent_er_ and theat_er_?
"If he spells leather lether, and feather fether, isn't there danger that he'll give us a bad spell of weather?
"Besides, Webster is a resurrectionist; he does not allow u to rest quietly in the mould.
"And again, because Mr. Worcester inserts an illustration in his text, is that any reason why Mr. Webster's publishers should hitch one on in their appendix? It's what I call a Conntect-a-cut trick.
"Why is his way of spelling like the floor of an oven? Because it is under bread.
"Mowzer!" said the Superintendent,—"that word is on the Index!"