men phanerai
Droseran phusin euageetoi, k.t.l. [*]

* Anglicised version of the author's original Greek text.

Or suppose, again, I had said, in a style still more popular:--

The Count advanced towards the maiden. They both were mute for a
while; and only the beating of her heart interrupted that thrilling and
passionate silence. Ah, what years of buried joys and fears, hopes and
disappointments, arose from their graves in the far past, and in those
brief moments flitted before the united ones! How sad was that delicious
retrospect, and oh, how sweet! The tears that rolled down the cheek of
each were bubbles from the choked and moss-grown wells of youth; the
sigh that heaved each bosom had some lurking odours in it--memories of
the fragrance of boyhood, echoes of the hymns of the young heart! Thus
is it ever--for these blessed recollections the soul always has a place;
and while crime perishes, and sorrow is forgotten, the beautiful alone
is eternal.

"O golden legends, written in the skies!" mused De Galgenstein, "ye
shine as ye did in the olden days! WE change, but YE speak ever the same
language. Gazing in your abysmal depths, the feeble ratioci--"

*****

There, now, are six columns[*] of the best writing to be found in this
or any other book. Galgenstein has quoted Euripides thrice, Plato once,
Lycophron nine times, besides extracts from the Latin syntax and the
minor Greek poets. Catherine's passionate embreathings are of the most
fashionable order; and I call upon the ingenious critic of the X----
newspaper to say whether they do not possess the real impress of the
giants of the olden time--the real Platonic smack, in a word? Not that I
want in the least to show off; but it is as well, every now and then, to
show the public what one CAN do.

(* There WERE six columns, as mentioned by the accurate Mr.
Solomons; but we have withdrawn two pages and three-
quarters, because, although our correspondent has been
excessively eloquent, according to custom, we were anxious
to come to the facts of the story.

Mr. Solomons, by sending to our office, may have the
cancelled passages.--O.Y.)

Instead, however, of all this rant and nonsense, how much finer is the
speech that the Count really did make! "It is a very fine evening,--egad
it is!" The "egad" did the whole business: Mrs. Cat was as much in love
with him now as ever she had been; and,