his name is in many mouths; his name is upon many books; he is a man of nôte-of promissory note; he fills the speculation of many minds; men conjecture about him, wonder about him-wonder and conjecture whether he will pay. He is a man of consequence, for many are running after him. His door is thronged with duns. He is inquired after every hour of the day. Judges hear of him and know him. Every meal he swallows, every coat he puts upon his back, every dollar he borrows, appears before the country in some formal document. Compare his notoriety with the obscure lot of the creditor of the man who has nothing but claims on the world; a landlord, or fûnd-holder, or some such disagreeable, hard character.

2. FALSTAFF'S INSTINCT.

Why, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why, hear me, my masters: was it for mě to kill the heirappărent? Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hércules; but beware înstinct; the lîon will not touch the true prince; înstinct is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.

3. FALSTAFF'S HONOR.

Or an

How then? Can honor set a leg? Nô. ǎrm? Nô. Or take away the grief of a wound? Nô. Honor hath no skill in surgery, then? Nô. What is honor? A wôrd. What is that word? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? Nô. Doth he hear it? Nô. Is it insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live. with the living? Nô. Why? Detraction will not suffer it; therefore I'll none of it.-Hónor is a mere 'scutcheon -and so ends my catechism.

4. PORTIA, IN THE MERCHANT OF VENICE.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions. I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decrèe; such a hare is madness, the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel, the cripple. But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a húsband. O me! the word choose! I may neither choose whom I would, nor refuse whom I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father. Is it not hard, Nerissa, that I can not choose one, nor refuse nône?

5. ROMEO AND JULIET.

Jul. Oh! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon That monthly changes in her circled ŏrb; Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What shall I swear by ?

Jul. Do not swear at all;

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,

But she, forsooth, must charm a mán.

WHITTIER.

Little I ask; my wants are few:
I only wish a hut of stone
(A very plain brown stone will do),
That I may call my own;

And close at hand is such a one,
In yonder street that fronts the sun.

I always thought cold victual nice.
My choice would be vanilla-ice.

I only ask that fortune send
A little more than I can spend.

9. AUNT TABITHA.

HOLMES.

Whatever I do, and whatever I say,
Aunt Tabitha tells me that is n't the way.
When she was a girl (forty summers ago),
Aunt Tabitha tells me they never did so.

HOLMES.

VI.

EXAMPLES OF EMOTIONAL CIRCUMFLEX.

The emotional circumflex runs into the fifth and eighth, and requires strong emphasis. This form of the circumflex is expressive of sarcasm, irony, astonishment, revenge, and hatred.

EXAMPLES.

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1. FROM DICKENS'S CHRISTMAS CAROL."

“Let me hear another sound from you," said Scrooge, "and you'll keep your Christmas by losing your situation. You're quite a powerful speaker, sir," he added, turning to his nephew. "I wonder you don't go into Parliament."

2. KING JOHN.

Thou wear a lion's hide? Doff it for shẩme,
And hang a calf-skin on those recreant limbs.

Measureless liar! thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it.

Boy! Cut me to pieces, Volscians; men and làds,
Stain all your edges on me. Boy!-

If you have writ your annals true, 't is there
That, like an eagle in a dovecot, I

Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli:
Alône I did it. Bôy!

4. SHYLOCK.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgrâced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew! Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, ŏrgans, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Is he not fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same summer and winter, as a Christian is? If you stab us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

5. SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL.

Sir Peter. Very well, ma'am, very well; so a husband is to have no înfluence, no âuthority?

Lady Teazle. Authority! No, to be sure; if you wanted authority over me, you should have adopted me, and not married me; I'm sure you were old enough.

Sir Peter. Old enough! ay, there it is. Well, well, Lady Teazle, though my life may be made unhappy by your temper, I'll not be ruined by your extrăvagance. Lady Teazle. My extravagance! Sir Peter, am I to blame because flowers are dear in cold weather? You

should find fault with the climate, and not with mě. For my part, I'm sure, I wish it was spring all the year round, and that rôses grew under our feet.

Sir Peter. Zounds! Madam, you had no taste when you married mě.

Lady Teazle. That's very true, indeed, Sir Péter; and after having married you, I should never pretend to taste again, I allow.

Iago. My noble lord

6. OTHELLO.

Othello. What dost thou say, Iago?

Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady, know of your love?

Othello. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ásk?

Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought;

No further hárm.

Othello. Why of thy thought, Iago?

Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her.
Othello. O yés; and went between us very oft.
Iago. Indeed?

Othello. Indeed! ày, indêed:-Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest ?

Iago. Honest, my lórd?

Othello. Ay, hônest.

Iago. My lord, for aught I know.

Othello. What dost thou think?

Iago. Think, my lord?

Othello. Think, my lord? By heavens! he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought

Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something.

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7. FROM THE HONEYMOON."

Julia. I will go home!

Duke. You are at home already.