gh and grow
fat.' And didn't John Bunyan prefer the House of Mirth to the House
of Mourning?

"'John Bunyan was a tinker bold,
His name we all delight in;
All day he tinkered pots and pans,
All night he stuck to writin'.

In Bedford streets bold Johnny toiled,
An ordinary tinker;
In Bedford jail bold Johnny wrote--
Old England's wisest thinker.

About the Pilgrims Johnny wrote,
Who made the emigration;
And the Pilgrim Fathers they became
Of the glorious Yankee nation.

Ad urbem ivit Doodlius cum
Caballo et calone,
Ornavit plnma pilenm
Et diiit:--Maccaroni!'

"Excuse me," he continued; "you don't understand dog-Latin, do you,
Talbot?"

"No," said she, with a smile, "but I understand you, Brooke."

"Well," said Brooke, "but apart from the great question of one
another which is just now fixing us on the rack, or on the wheel, or
pressing us to any other kind of torment, and considering the great
subject of mirthfulness merely in the abstract, do you not see how
true it is that it is and must be the salt of life, that it preserves
all living men from sourness, and decay, and moral death? Now,
there's Watts, for instance--Isaac Watts, you know, author of that
great work, 'Watts's Divine Hymns and Spiritual Songs for Infant
Minds,' or it may have been 'Watts's Divine Songs and Spiritual Hymns
for Infant Mind.' I really don't remember. It's of no consequence.
Now, what was Watts? Why, on my side altogether. Read his works.
Consult him in all emergencies. If anything's on your mind, go and
find Watts on the mind. It'll do you good. And as the song says:

"'Oh, the Reverend Isaac Watts, D.D.,
Was a wonderful boy at rhyme;
So let every old bachelor fill up his glass
And go in for a glorious time.
_Chorus_.--Let dogs delight
To bark and bite,
But we'll be jolly, my lads, to-night.'"

During this last little diversion Brooke never turned his eyes toward
Talbot. She was close by his side; but he stood looking out of the
window, and in that attitude kept rattling on in his most nonsensical
way. It was only in this one fact of his careful manner of eluding
the grasp, so to speak, of Talbot's eyes, that an observer might
discern anything but the most careless gayety. To Talbot, however,
there was something beneath all this, which was very plainly visible;
and to her, with her profound insight into Brooke's deeper nature,
all th