. The works of William Makepeace Thackeray . e that it is not the fire ofadverse critics which afflicts or frightens the editorial bosom. Theymay be right: they may be rogues wlio have a personal spite ; theymay be dullards who kick and bray as their nature is to do, andprefer thistles to pinea])ples; they may be conscientious, acute,deeply learned, delightful judges, who see your joke in a moment,and the profound wisdom lying underneath. Wise or dull, lauda-tory or otherwise, we put their opinions aside. If they applaud,we are pleased : if they shake their quick jiens, and fly off with ahiss,
. The works of William Makepeace Thackeray . e that it is not the fire ofadverse critics which afflicts or frightens the editorial bosom. Theymay be right: they may be rogues wlio have a personal spite ; theymay be dullards who kick and bray as their nature is to do, andprefer thistles to pinea])ples; they may be conscientious, acute,deeply learned, delightful judges, who see your joke in a moment,and the profound wisdom lying underneath. Wise or dull, lauda-tory or otherwise, we put their opinions aside. If they applaud,we are pleased : if they shake their quick jiens, and fly off with ahiss, we resign their favoius and put on all the fortitude we canmuster. I would rather have the lowest mans good word thanhis bad one, to be sure; but as for coaxing a compliment, or wheed-ling him into good-humour, or stopjiing his angry mouth with agood dinner, or accepting his contributions for a certain Magazine,for fear of his barking or snapping elsewhere—cdlons done I Theseshall not be our acts. Bow-wow, Cerberus ! Here shall be no sop. THE EVENING POST THORNS IN THE CUSHION 213 for thee, unless—unless Cerberus is an inicommonly good dog, whenwe shall bear no malice because he flew at us from our neighlioiu-sgate. What, then, is the main grief you spoke of as annoying you—the toothache in the Lord Mayors jaw, the thorn in the cushion ofthe editorial chair 1 It is there. Ah ! it stings me now as I comes with almost every mornings post. At night I come home,and take my letters up to bed (not daring to open them), and in themorning I find one, two, three thorns on my ])illow. Three I ex-tracted yesterday; two I found this morning. They dont stingquite so sharply as they did ; but a skin is a skin, and they bite,after all, most wickedly. It is all very fine to advertise on theMagazine, Contributions are only to be sent to Messrs. Smith,Elder, & Co., and not to the Editors private residence. My dearsir, how little you know man- or woman-kind, if you fancy theywill
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