Divine Poet.--The Poet, although he paints the passions, nevertheless will hit them best at that period of life when his own, have slackened,--just as convex mirrors, precisely in those summers when the sun burned the faintest, have acted the most intensely, and in the hot ones the least so. The flowers of poesy are like other flowers, which (according to Ingenhouse) thrive best in a dim, hazy sunlight. E. Emotion (Sentimental).--Sentimentality often imparts to the inner man, as apoplexy to the outer, greater sensibility and yet paralysis. F (_see_ Ph) G. Goddess.-As the Romans would rather recognize their monarchs as gods than as masters, so do men like to call the directress of their heart _goddess_ rather than mistress,--because it is easier to adore than to obey. H. H.--I have often seen people who had the wherewithal of living and knew how to live,--which are not two different things,--first, flutter about the best and most superior women and suck from the honey-cup of their hearts; and, secondly, I have seen them on the same day fold their wings and light on a miserable ninny, that the ninny might inherit their--heirs. But never have I compared these butterflies to anything but butterflies, which all day long visit and rifle flowers, and yet spawn their eggs on a dirty cabbage-stump. H. Holbein's Leg.--I prefer repeating the H in the place of I, because under the Rubric of the I would come the _Invalides_, of whom I had meant to assert, that, as people who have had limbs taken off become full-blooded, so they have the less bread handed to them the more limbs they have had shot or cut off, and that this is called the Physiology and Dietetics of the military chest.--But I have pitied these (half) poor devils too much to do it.