are about it). Take my advise, honrabble
sir--listen to a humble footmin: it's genrally best in poatry to
understand puffickly what you mean yourself, and to ingspress your
meaning clearly afterwoods--in the simpler words the better, praps. You
may, for instans, call a coronet a coronal (an "ancestral coronal," p.
74) if you like, as you might call a hat a "swart sombrero," "a glossy
four-and-nine," "a silken helm, to storm impermeable, and lightsome as
the breezy gossamer;" but, in the long run, it's as well to call it
a hat. It IS a hat; and that name is quite as poetticle as another. I
think it's Playto, or els Harrystottle, who observes that what we call a
rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Confess, now, dear Barnet,
don't you long to call it a Polyanthus?

I never see a play more carelessly written. In such a hurry you seem to
have bean, that you have actially in some sentences forgot to put in the
sence. What is this, for instance?--

"This thrice precious one
Smiled to my eyes--drew being from my breast--
Slept in my arms;--the very tears I shed
Above my treasures were to men and angels
Alike such holy sweetness!"

In the name of all the angels that ever you invoked--Raphael, Gabriel,
Uriel, Zadkiel, Azrael--what does this "holy sweetness" mean? We're not
spinxes to read such durk conandrums. If you knew my state sins I came
upon this passidg--I've neither slep nor eton; I've neglected my pantry;
I've been wandring from house to house with this riddl in my hand, and
nobody can understand it. All Mr. Frazier's men are wild, looking gloomy
at one another, and asking what this may be. All the cumtributors have
been spoak to. The Doctor, who knows every languitch, has tried and
giv'n up; we've sent to Docteur Pettigruel, who reads horyglifics a
deal ezier than my way of spellin'--no anser. Quick! quick with a
fifth edition, honored Barnet, and set us at rest! While your about it,
please, too, to igsplain the two last lines:--

"His merry bark with England's flag to crown her."

See what dellexy of igspreshn, "a flag to crown her!"

"His merry bark with England's flag to crown her,
Fame for my hopes, and woman in my cares."

Likewise the following:--

"Girl, beware,
THE LOVE THAT TRIFLES ROUND THE CHARMS IT GILDS
OFT RUINS WHILE IT SHINES."

Igsplane this, men and angels! I've tried every way; backards, forards,
and in all sorts of trancepo