[That ill opinions are near relations of ill wishes, will be detected by those who are on the look out. The following was taken down in a Scotch Church by Mr. Cobden,[358] who handed it to a Roman friend of mine, for his delectation (in 1855): "Lord, we thank thee that thou hast brought the Pope into trouble; and we pray that thou wouldst be mercifully pleased to increase the same."] Here is a martyr who quarrels with his crown; a missionary who reviles his persecutor: send him to New Zealand, and he would disagree with the Maoris who ate him. Man of unilateral reciprocity! have you, who write to a stranger with hints that that stranger and his wife are children of perdition, the bad taste to complain of a facer in return? As James Smith[359]--the Attorney-wit, not the Dock-cyclometer--said, or nearly said, "A pretty thing, forsooth! Is he to burn, all scalding hot, Me and my wife, and am I not To job him out a tooth?" {218} Those who think parody vulgar will be pleased to substitute for the above a quotation from Butler[360]:-- "There's nothing so absurd or vain Or barbarous or inhumane, But if it lay the least pretence To piety and godliness, Or tender-hearted conscience, And zeal for gospel truths profess,-- Does sacred instantly commence, And all that dare but question it are straight Pronounced th' uncircumcised and reprobate, As malefactors that escape and fly Into a sanctuary for defence, Must not be brought to justice thence, Although their crimes be ne'er so great and high. And he that dares presume to do't Is sentenced and delivered up To Satan that engaged him to't." THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST. Of all the drolleries of controversy none is more amusing than the manner in which those who provoke a combat expect to lay down the laws of retaliation. You must not strike this way! you must not parry that way! If you don't take care, we shall never meddle with you again! We were not _prepared_ for such as this! Why did we have anything to do with such a testy person? M. Jourdain must needs show Nicole, his servant-maid, how good a thing it was to be sure of fighting without being killed, by care and tierce.[361] "Et cela n'est il pas beau d'etre assure de son fait quand on se bat contre quelqu'un? La, pousse moi un peu, pour voir. NICOLE. Eh bien! quoi? M. JOURDAIN. Tout beau. Hola! {219} Ho! doucement. Diantre soit la coquine! NICOLE. Vous me dites de pousser. M. JOURDAIN. Oui; mais tu me pousses en tierce, avant que de pousser en quarte, et tu n'as pas la patience que je pare."