God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow's head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!

Painters and poets have liberty to lie.

Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.

The best plans of men and mice often go awry.