We give the following as a
direct proof to the contrary--one that has the authority of Lord Hamlet,
who summed the matter up in three
"Words! Words! Words!"
In one column we give a common-place household and familiar term--in the
other we render it into the true Bulwerian phraseology:
Does your mother know | Is your maternal parent's natural solicitude
you are out? | allayed by the information, that you have for
| the present vacated your domestic roof?
|
You don't lodge here, | You are geographically and statistically
Mr. Ferguson. | misinformed; this is by no means the
| accustomed place of your occupancy, Mr.
| Ferguson.
|
See! there he goes | Behold! he proceeds totally deprived of one
with his eye out. | moiety of his visual organs!
|
Don't you wish you | Pray confess, are you not really particularly
may get it? | anxious to obtain the desired object?
|
More t'other. | Infinitely, peculiarly, and most intensely
| the entire extreme and the absolute reverse.
|
|
Quite different. | Dissimilar as the far-extended poles, or the
| deep-tinctured ebon skins of the dark
| denizens of Sol's sultry plains and the fair
| rivals of descending flakes of virgin snow,
| melting with envy on the peerless breast of
| fair Circassia's ten-fold white-washed
| daughters.
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