Be not over much wicked, neither be thou foolish: why shouldest thou die before thy time? (Eccles. vii. 15, 16, 17). {204} Cf. “Imaginary Worlds,” p. 233 post. {225} “So, again, it is said that when Andromeda and Perseus had travelled but a little way from the rock where Andromeda had so long been chained, she began upbraiding him with the loss of her dragon who, on the whole, she said, had been very good to her. The only things we really hate are unfamiliar things.” _Life & Habit_, Chapter viii, p. 138/9. {251} This note is one of those that appeared in the _New Quarterly Review_. The Hon. Mrs. Richard Grosvenor did not see it there, but a few years later I lent her my copy. She wrote to me 31 December, 1911. “The notes are delightful. By the way I can add to one. When Mr. Butler came to tell me he was going to stay with Dr. Creighton, he told me that Alfred had decided he might go on finding the little flake of tobacco in the letter. Then he asked me if I would lend him a prayer-book as he thought the bishop’s man ought to find one in his portmanteau when he unpacked, the visit being from a Saturday to Monday. I fetched one and he said: “‘Is it cut?’” {261} “Ramblings in Cheapside” in _Essays on Life_, _Art and Science_. {263} Edmund Gurney, author of _The Power of Sound_, and Secretary of the Society for Psychical Research. {279} Cf. Wamba’s explanation of the Saxon swine being converted into Norman pork on their death. _Ivanhoe_, Chap. I. {282} See “A Medieval Girl School” in _Essays on Life_, _Art & Science_. {333} “Above all things, let no unwary reader do me the injustice of believing in _me_. In that I write at all I am among the damned. If he must believe in anything, let him believe in the music of Handel, the painting of Giovanni Bellini, and in the thirteenth chapter of St. Paul’s First Epistle to the Corinthians” (_Life and Habit_, close of chapter II). {343} “No one can hate drunkenness more than I do, but I am confident the human intellect owes its superiority over that of the lower animals in great measure to the stimulus which alcohol has given to imagination—imagination being little else than another name for illusion” (_Alps and Sanctuaries_, chapter III). {364} There are letters from these people in _The Life and Letters of Dr. Samuel Butler_.