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plue perfectum, and all dhat, my dear friend, without so7ne 

 lehrning ? 



Answ. Sir, a man like you cannot talk on any subject without 

 discovering the depth of his information. 



The Dane. Dhe gramraatic Greek, my friend, ha ! ha ! ha ! 

 {lavghing, and swinging my hand too and fro — then with a sud- 

 den transition to great solemnity) Now I will tell you, my dear 

 friend, dhere did happen about me vat dhe whole historia of Den- 

 mark record no instance about nobody else. Dhe bishop did ask 

 me all dhe questions about all dhe religion in dhe Latin grammar. 



Answ. The grammar. Sir ? The language, I presume 



The Dane, (a little offended) Grammar is language, and 

 language is grammar — 



Answ. Ten thousand pardons. 



The Dane. Veil, and I was only fourteen years — 



Answ. Only fourteen years old ? 



The Dane. No more. I vas fourteen years old — and he 

 asked me all questions, religion and philosophy, and all in dhe 

 Latin language — and I answered him all every one, ray dear 

 friend, all in dhe Latin language. 



Answ. A Prodigy ! an absolute prodigy ! 



The Dane. No, no, no, he was a bishop, a great superinten- 

 dant. 



Answ. Yes, a bishop. 



The Dan e. A bishop — not a mere predicant, not a prediger — 



Answ. My dear Sir, we have misunderstood each other. I 

 said that your answering in Latin at so early an age was a pro- 

 digy, that is, a thing that is wonderful, that does not often 

 happen. 



The Dane. Often ; dhere is not von instance recorded in 

 dhe whole historia of Denmark. 



Answ. And since then Sir ? 



The Dane. I vas sent ofer to dhe Vest Indies — to our Is- 

 land, and dhere I had no more to do vid books. No, no, I put 

 my genius anodher way — and I haf made ten tousand pound a 

 year. Is not dhat ghenius, my dear friend, — but vat is money ? 

 I dhink the poorest man alive my equal. Yes, my dear friend, 

 my little fortune is pleasant to my generous heart, because I can 

 do good — no man with so little a fortune ever did so much gen- 

 erosity — no person, no man person, no woman person ever denies 

 it. But we are all Got's children. 



