"* * * in a spot which seemed adapted by nature to be the retreat of monastic mortification, being on the banks of a fine trout-stream, and in the midst of woodland coverts, abounding with excellent game."
Or of the sword of Matilda, which went—[1]
"* * * nigh to fathom even that extraordinary depth of
brain which always by divine grace furnishes the interior of a
head-royal."
Or the reply of Mr. Cypress to Dr. Folliott's statement
of the Brotherhood of Man:[2]
"Yes, sir, as the hangman is of the thief; the squire of the
poacher; the judge of the libeller; the lawyer of his client; the
statesman of his colleague; the bubble-blower of the bubble-buyer;
the slave-driver of the negro: as these are brethren, so
am I and the worthies in question."
But this would give little idea of Peacock's prevailing
attitude,—a cheerfully sardonic amusement at the state
of human affairs, expressed most frequently by means of
an ironic juxtaposition of Past and Present.
Less cheerful and more sardonic is the smile with which Butler greets life and its follies. He is classed with Peacock as a romanticist in method, but is more akin to Swift in temper and manner than to any Victorian. The reader's mind must be kept taut in the constant process of translating the assumed pose into the real meaning. Under the grave disapproval of the Erewhonian treatment of disease or any misfortune, and crime, each being discussed in the terms we apply to the other, lurks the reversed judgment. Nothing short of complete presentation, especially of the chapters on Current Opinions, Some Ere-*
