“_Fontarabian echoes!_” continued my father, interrupting himself; “the Fontarabian Fair would have been more to the purpose--_Paynim!_--What's Paynim?--Could you not say Pagan as well, and write English at least, if you must needs write nonsense?-- “Sad over earth and ocean sounding. And England's distant cliffs astounding. Such are the notes should say How Britain's hope, and France's fear, Victor of Cressy and Poitier, In Bordeaux dying lay.” “Poitiers, by the way, is always spelt with an _s,_ and I know no reason why orthography should give place to rhyme.-- “'Raise my faint head, my squires,' he said, 'And let the casement be display'd, That I may see once more The splendour of the setting sun Gleam on thy mirrored wave, Garonne, And Blaye's empurpled shore. “_Garonne_ and _sun_ is a bad rhyme. Why, Frank, you do not even understand the beggarly trade you have chosen. “'Like me, he sinks to Glory's sleep, His fall the dews of evening steep, As if in sorrow shed, So soft shall fall the trickling tear, When England's maids and matrons hear Of their Black Edward dead. “'And though my sun of glory set, Nor France, nor England, shall forget The terror of my name; And oft shall Britain's heroes rise, New planets in these southern skies, Through clouds of blood and flame.' “A cloud of flame is something new--Good-morrow, my masters all, and a merry Christmas to you!--Why, the bellman writes better lines.” He then tossed the paper from him with an air of superlative contempt, and concluded--“Upon my credit, Frank, you are a greater blockhead than I took you for.” What could I say, my dear Tresham? There I stood, swelling with indignant mortification, while my father regarded me with a calm but stern look of scorn and pity; and poor Owen, with uplifted hands and eyes, looked as striking a picture of horror as if he had just read his patron's name in the Gazette. At length I took courage to speak, endeavouring that my tone of voice should betray my feelings as little as possible. “I am quite aware, sir, how ill qualified I am to play the conspicuous part in society you have destined for me; and, luckily, I am not ambitious of the wealth I might acquire. Mr. Owen would be a much more effective assistant.” I said this in some malice, for I considered Owen as having deserted my cause a little too soon.