UNDER THE MICROSCOPE
same pains to keep it sweet and neat under the eye and nose of the public as those on which the good woman dwelt with such pathetic minuteness of recollection in after years. The babe may not always have been discreet;
νέα δὲ νηδὺς αὐτάρκης τέκνων
and there were others who found its swaddling clothes not invariably in such condition as to dispense with the services of the "fuller;"
γναφεὺς τροφεύς τε ταὐτον είχέτην τέλος
In effect there were those who found the woes and devotions of Doll Tearsheet or Nell Nameless as set forth in the lyric verse of Mr. Buchanan calculated rather to turn the stomach than to melt the heart. But in spite of these exceptional tastes the nursing journals, it should seem, abated no jot of heart or hope for their nursling.
"Petit poisson deviendra grand
Pourvu que Dieu lui prëte vie."
Petit bonhomme will not, it appears. The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laurelled ox.
When some time since a passing notice was bestowed by writers of another sort on Mr. Buchanan's dramatic performance in the part of Thomas Maitland, it was observed with very
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