The adytum . istakes in Websters dictionary are outrageous, scandalous, mereprovincialisms stuck in there, which nobody ever thought of, who evenpretended to use good language, mere Yankeeisms— Thomas—Well, didnt you say yesterday— Professor (Bell rings) Prof, looking at his watch and scowling—Whats the matter withthe bell to-day, it is at least a quarter of a minute too fast. Well,to-morrow, as I have no time to give notes, take four pages in advancein Plautus, and be sure and bring in your Selections. We will take upthat work in the Selections the very first thing to-morrow—No - - - I- will
The adytum . istakes in Websters dictionary are outrageous, scandalous, mereprovincialisms stuck in there, which nobody ever thought of, who evenpretended to use good language, mere Yankeeisms— Thomas—Well, didnt you say yesterday— Professor (Bell rings) Prof, looking at his watch and scowling—Whats the matter withthe bell to-day, it is at least a quarter of a minute too fast. Well,to-morrow, as I have no time to give notes, take four pages in advancein Plautus, and be sure and bring in your Selections. We will take upthat work in the Selections the very first thing to-morrow—No - - - I- will change that assignment. Take three pages of Plautus andthat work I assigned you a week ago in Latin meters and we will readthose Selections to-morrow at any rate. Thresher—Professor, there is a social to-night. Prof, reluctantly—Is - that - so ? Well Well - - - - you need not prepare that work on meters, but I will call up the immediatereview in Plautus. (class is dismissed) lOB THE A DT TIT Feeble at best is our endeavor,We see but can not reach the height,Which lies forever in the lightAnd yet forever and seeming just within our grasp,We feel our feeble hands unclaspAnd sink discourasfed into nis:ht. -^^xjxnjhi^ TAbE OF THE \Af\\\siqfiriny^ It chanced one day, the usual way, On Olympus lofty Mercury went, by Juno sent, To Vulcans blacksmith bore a note from the stately queen To the man of the anvil dark ;And though the forge he had often seen, He lingered to watch each his promise to straight return^ He gazed at the molten mass ;And while he loitered to see it burn, He had a mishap—alas !For Vulcan had made a barrel of pitch, With a cover wondrous thin ;And it seemed to the smith a joke most rich. When the messenger boy fell in !Then he hastened back in shame and fear, To Jupiters palace gate;Where the gods assembled his woes to hear. And then to decide his was no delay; ere the close of day He lef
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