I have thought of them--and I know their worth--their liberality and their enlightenment. In all our cities and towns--and villages--and in all orders of the people--there is Mind--Intelligence, and Knowledge; and the more's the shame in that too general appetence for mere amusement in literature, perpetually craving for a change of diet--for something new in the light way--while anything of any substance, is, "with sputtering noise rejected" as tough to the teeth, and hard of digestion--however sweet and nutritious; would they but taste and try. SEWARD. I hope you don't mean to allude to Charles Dickens? NORTH. Assuredly not. Charles Dickens is a man of original and genial genius--his popularity is a proof of the goodness of the heart of the people;--and the love of him and his writings--though not so thoughtful as it might be--does honour to that strength in the English character which is indestructible by any influences, and survives in the midst of frivolity, and folly, and of mental depravations, worse than both. SEWARD. Don't look so savage, sir. NORTH. I am not savage--I am serene. Set the Literature of the day aside altogether--and tell me if you think our conversation since dinner would not have been thought _dull_ by many not altogether uneducated persons, who pride themselves not a little on their intellectuality and on their full participation in the Spirit of the Age? TALBOYS. Our conversation since dinner DULL!! No--no--no. Many poor creatures, indeed, there are among them--even among those of them who work the Press--pigmies with pap feeding a Giant who sneezes them away when sick of them into small offices in the Customs or Excise;--but not one of our privileged brethren of the Guild--with a true ticket to show--but would have been delighted with such dialogue--but would be delighted with its continuation--and thankful to know that he, "a wiser and a better man, will rise to-morrow morn." SEWARD. Do, my dear sir--resume your discoursing about those Greeks. NORTH.