Window. 'An _aperture_ in a building by which air and light are _intromitted_.' _N. B._ Almost the whole of the same page is daubed over with such jargon. Said. 'Aforesaid.' Scoundrel. 'A mean rascal; a low petty villain.' Rascal. 'A mean fellow; a scoundrel.' Villain. 'A wicked wretch.' Wretch. 'A miserable mortal.' No, _ad._ 'The word of refusal. 2. The word of denial.' No, _a._ '1. Not any; NONE. 2. _No one_; NONE: _not any one_.' (Had this word _none_ altered its meaning, before the Doctor got to the end of the line?) Nobody. (_No_ and _body_) 'No one; not any one.' (See also Nod, _v. a._ Nod, _s._ Nodder. Noddle. Noddy, &c.) None. '1. Not one. 2. Not any. 3. Not other.' Nothing. '_Negation_ of being; not any thing,' and _seventeen_ other definitions. Afore. (_a_ and _fore_) '_before_, nearer in place to any thing.' 'There is a certain line, beyond which, if ridicule attempts to go, it becomes itself ridiculous, and there is a sphere of criticism in that particular region, in which, if the critic plays his batteries on too _contemptible_ objects, he must unavoidably depart from his proper dignity, and must himself be an object of the raillery he would convey[122].' HEAR THE DOCTOR ON MUSIC. Music. '1. The science of _harmonical_ sounds. 2. Instrumental, or vocal _harmony_.' Harmony. 'Just proportion of sound.' Melody. 'Music; _harmony_ of sound.' Tune. '_Tune_ is a diversity of notes put together.' _Locke_, _Milton_, _Dryden_. Tenour, _s._ 'A _sound_ in music.' One requires little skill in music to see that the Doctor knows nothing of that science. He confounds _melody_ with _harmony_; the one consisting in a succession of agreeable sounds, and the other arising from coexisting sounds. His account of a _tune_ is curious. And we may say in his own stile, that his dictionary is 'a diversity of _words_ put together.' His numerous omissions on this head will neither afflict, nor surprise us; but we must be mortified and amazed to reflect on the partial and injurious distribution of fame. For his book exhibits in every page, perhaps without a single exception, a variety of errors and absurdities. They are clear to the darkest ignorance. They are level to the lowest understanding, and yet our language is exhausted in praise of _their_ author. _Pronis animis audiendum!_