THE MARCH OF MIND.
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MR. FIREDAMP.
Sir, I feel the malignant influence of the river in every part of my system. Nothing but my great friendship for Mr. Crotchet would have brought me so nearly within the jaws of the lion.
THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.
After dinner, sir, after dinner, I will meet you on this question. I shall then be armed for the strife. You may fight like Hercules against Achelous, but I shall flourish the Bacchic thyrsus, which changed rivers into wine: as Nonnus sweetly sings, Οἴνω κυματόεντι μέλας κελάρυζεν Ύδάσπης.[1]
MR. CROTCHET, JUN.
I hope, Mr. Firedamp, you will let your friendship carry you a little closer into the
- ↑ Hydaspes gurgled, dark with billowy wine.
Dionysiaca, XXV. 280.
