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In The Modern Languages There Was Not, Six Hundred Years Ago, A Single Volume Which Is Now Read. The Library Of Our Profound Scholar Must Have Consisted Entirely Of Latin Books.

A Perfect Historian Must Possess An Imagination Sufficiently Powerful To Make His Narrative Affecting And Picturesque; Yet He Must Control It So Absolutely As To Content Himself With The Materials Which He Finds, And To Refrain From Supplying Deficiencies By Additions Of His Own. He Must Be A Profound And Ingenious Reasoner; Yet He Must Possess Sufficient Self-command To Abstain From Casting His Facts In The Mould Of His Hypothesis.

The Gallery In Which The Reporters Sit Has Become A Fourth Estate Of The Realm.

In Truth It May Be Laid Down As An Almost Universal Rule That Good Poets Are Bad Critics.

Ambrose Phillips . . . Who Had The Honor Of Bringing Into Fashion A Species Of Composition Which Has Been Called, After His Name, Namby Pamby.