g her.
Her singing of a duet with Nesta, called forth Dr. Themison's very warm
applause. He named the greatest of contraltos. Colney did better service
than Fenellan at the luncheon-table: he diverted Nataly and captured
Dr. Themison's ear with the narrative of his momentous expedition of
European Emissaries, to plead the cause of their several languages at
the Court of Japan: a Satiric Serial tale, that hit incidentally the
follies of the countries of Europe, and intentionally, one had to think,
those of Old England. Nesta set him going. Just when he was about
to begin, she made her father laugh by crying out in a rapture, 'Oh!
Delphica!' For she was naughtily aware of Dudley Sowerby's distaste for
the story and disgust with the damsel Delphica.
Nesta gave Dr. Themison the preliminary sketch of the grand object of
the expedition: indeed one of the eminent ones of the world; matter
for an Epic; though it is to be feared, that our part in it will not
encourage a Cis-Atlantic bard. To America the honours from beginning to
end belong.
So, then, Japan has decided to renounce its language, for the adoption
of the language it may choose among the foremost famous European
tongues. Japan becomes the word for miraculous transformations of a
whole people at the stroke of a wand; and let our English enrol it as
the most precious of the powerful verbs. An envoy visits the principal
Seats of Learning in Europe. He is of a gravity to match that of his
unexampled and all but stupefying mission. A fluent linguist, yet an
Englishman, the slight American accent contracted during a lengthened
residence in the United States is no bar to the patriotism urging him
to pay his visit of exposition and invitation from the Japanese Court
to the distinguished Doctor of Divinity Dr. Bouthoin. The renown of Dr.
Bouthoin among the learned of Japan has caused the special invitation to
him; a scholar endowed by an ample knowledge and persuasive eloquence to
cite and instance as well as illustrate the superior advantages to Japan
and civilization in the filial embrace of mother English. 'For to this
it must come predestinated,' says the astonishing applicant. 'We seem
to see a fitness in it,' says the cogitative Rev. Doctor. 'And an Island
England in those waters, will do wonders for Commerce,' adds the former.
'We think of things more pregnant,' concludes the latter, with a dry
gleam of ecclesiastical knowingness. And let the Editor of the Review
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