A general assent seemed to follow this last proposition, which was propounded with as much emphasis as could be contributed by the united clappers of the whole meeting, joined to those of the voices already mentioned. Several persons present seemed to consider the business of the meeting as ended, and were beginning to handle their hats and canes, with a view to departure, when the Chairman, who had thrown himself back in his chair, with an air of manifest mortification and displeasure, again drew himself up, and commanded attention. All stopped, though some shrugged their shoulders, as if under the predominating influence of a _bore_. But the tenor of his discourse soon excited anxious attention. "I perceive, gentlemen," he said, "that you are like the young birds, who are impatient to leave their mother's nest--take care your own penfeathers are strong enough to support you; since, as for my part, I am tired of supporting on my wing such a set of ungrateful gulls. But it signifies nothing speaking--I will no longer avail myself of such weak ministers as you--I will discard you--I will unbeget you, as Sir Anthony Absolute says--I will leave you and your whole hacked stock in trade--your caverns and your castles--your modern antiques, and your antiquated moderns-- your confusion of times, manners, and circumstances--your properties, as player-folk say of scenery and dresses--the whole of your exhausted expedients, to the fools who choose to deal with them. I will vindicate my own fame with my own right hand, without appealing to such halting assistants, 'Whom I have used for sport, rather than need.' --I will lay my foundations better than on quicksands--I will rear my structure of better materials than painted cards; in a word, I will write HISTORY!" There was a tumult of surprise, amid which our reporter detected the following expressions:--"The devil you will!"--"You, my dear sir, _you?_"--"The old gentleman forgets that he is the greatest liar since Sir John Mandeville." "Not the worse historian for that," said Oldbuck, "since history, you know, is half fiction." "I'll answer for that half being forthcoming" said the former speaker; "but for the scantling of truth which is necessary after all, Lord help us!--Geoffrey of Monmouth will be Lord Clarendon to him." As the confusion began to abate, more than one member of the meeting was seen to touch his forehead significantly, while Captain Clutterbuck humm'd Be by your friends advised, Too rash, too hasty, dad, Maugre your bolts and wise head, The world will think you mad.