We see no objection to Mutual Admiration Societies; they are institutions which afford much pleasure, and can, as a rule, do little harm. If vanity be a foible, it is a foible well worth cherishing, and will be treated tenderly even by a philosopher. For, of all the illusions which give a zest to life, the illusions created by this flattering passion are the most delightful and inspiring. They are so easily evoked; they respond with such impartial obsequiousness to the call of the humblest magician. He has but to speak the word--and they are made; to command--and they are created. A becomes what B and C pronounce him to be, and what A and C have done for B, that will B and A do in turn for C. It is a delicious occupation, no doubt, a feast for each, in which no crude surfeit reigns, where, in Bacon’s phrase, satisfaction and appetite are perpetually interchangeable; it is like the herbage in the Paradise of the Spanish poet, “quanto mas se goza mas renace,”--the more we enjoy it the more it grows. It is an old game--“Vetus fabula per novos histriones”:-- “’Twas, ‘Sir, your law,’ and ‘Sir, your eloquence,’ ‘Yours Cowper’s manner and yours Talbot’s sense’; Thus we dispose of all poetic merit: Yours Milton’s genius and mine Homer’s spirit. Walk with respect behind, while we at ease Weave laurel crowns and take what name we please. ‘My dear Tibullus!’ if that will not do, Let me be Horace, and be Ovid you.” And there is this advantage. If a sufficient number of magicians can, or will, combine, these illusions may not only serve each magician for life, but become, for a time, simply indistinguishable from realities. Now, as we said before, we see no great harm in this. It is, to say the least, a very amiable and brotherly employment; and were it quite disinterested and honest, it would be closely allied with that virtue which St. Paul exalts above all virtues. But everything has or ought to have its limits. When Boswell attempted to defend certain Methodists who had been expelled from the University of Oxford, Johnson retorted that the University was perfectly right--“They were examined, and found to be mighty ignorant fellows.” “But,” said Boswell, “was it not hard to expel them? for I am told they were good beings.” “I believe,” replied the sage, “that they might be good beings, but they were not fit to be in the University of Oxford. A cow is a very good animal in the field, but we turn her out of a garden.”