You see, my friends, what immense conclusions, touching our lives, our
fortunes, and our sacred honor, may be reached by means of very
insignificant premises. This is eminently true of manners and forms of
speech; a movement or a phrase often tells you all you want to know about
a person. Thus, “How’s your health?” (commonly pronounced
_haälth_)—instead of, How do you do? or, How are you? Or calling your
little dark entry a “hall,” and your old rickety one-horse wagon a
“kerridge.” Or telling a person who has been trying to please you that
he has given you pretty good “sahtisfahction.” Or saying that you
“remember of” such a thing, or that you have been “stoppin”’ at Deacon
Somebody’s,—and other such expressions. One of my friends had a little
marble statuette of Cupid in the parlor of his country-house,—bow,
arrows, wings, and all complete. A visitor, indigenous to the region,
looking pensively at the figure, asked the lady of the house “if that was
a statoo of her deceased infant?” What a delicious, though somewhat
voluminous biography, social, educational, and æsthetic in that brief
question!
[Please observe with what Machiavellian astuteness I smuggled in the
particular offence which it was my object to hold up to my
fellow-boarders, without too personal an attack on the individual at
whose door it lay.]
That was an exceedingly dull person who made the remark, _Ex pede
Herculem_. He might as well have said, “From a peck of apples you may
judge of the barrel.” _Ex_ PEDE, to be sure! Read, instead, _Ex ungue
minimi digiti pedis_, _Herculem_, _ejusque patrem_, _matrem_, _avos et
proavos_, _filios_, _nepotes et pronepotes_! Talk to me about your δὸς
ποῠ στῶ! Tell me about Cuvier’s getting up a megatherium from a tooth,
or Agassiz’s drawing a portrait of an undiscovered fish from a single
scale! As the “O” revealed Giotto,—as the one word “moi” betrayed the
Stratford atte-Bowe-taught Anglais,—so all a man’s antecedents and
possibilities are summed up in a single utterance which gives at once the
gauge of his education and his mental organization.
Possibilities, Sir?—said the divinity-student; can’t a man who says
_Haöw_? arrive at distinction?
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