And may benign heaven deliver us from those buckram individuals who imagine that Nature is as narrow and rigid as their own contracted selves, and who would seek to array her in their own exquisite bottle-green bifurcations and a _gilet a la mode_! These characters always put us in mind of the statues of Louis XIV, in which he is represented as Jupiter or Hercules, nude, with the exception of the lion's hide thrown round him--_and the long, flowing peruke_ of the times! O Jupiter _tonans_! let us have either the lion or the ass--only let it be _veracious_! To proceed: 'Auburn' is probably connected with _brennan_, and means _sun-burned_, analogous, indeed, to 'Ethiopian' ([Greek: Aithiops]), _one whom the sun has looked upon_. How seldom do we think, in uttering 'adieu,' that we verily say, I commend you _a Dieu_--to God; that the lightly-spoken _good-by_ means _God be wi' you_,[3] or that the (if possible) still more frequent and _unthinking_ 'thank you,' in reality assures the person addressed--_I will think often of you_. 'Eld' is a word that has the poetic aroma about it, and is an example (of which we might adduce additional cases from the domain of 'poetic diction') of a word set aside from a prose use and devoted exclusively to poetry. It is, as we know, Saxon, signifying _old_ or _old age_, and was formerly in constant use in this sense; as, for instance, in Chaucer's translation of _Boethius de Consolatione Philosophiae_, we find thus: 'At laste no drede ne might overcame tho muses, that thei ne weren fellowes, and foloweden my waie, that is to saie, when I was exiled, thei that weren of my youth whilom welfull and grene, comforten now sorrowfull weirdes of me olde man: for _elde_ is comen unwarely upon me, hasted by the harmes that I have, and sorowe hath commaunded his age to be in me.' So in the _Knightes Tale_: 'As sooth in said _elde_ hath gret avantage; In _elde_ is both wisdom and usage: Men may the old out-renne but not out-rede.' Oh! what an overflowing fulness of truth and beauty is there wrapped up in the core of these articulations that we so heedlessly utter, would we but make use of the wizard's wand wherewith to evoke them! What an exhaustless wealth does there lie in even the humblest fruitage and flowerage of language, and what a fecundity have even dry 'roots'!