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Displeasure in the Fairy Quee^i, ** lompish and full 

 sullein," aloof, solitary — like some morose old 

 pike swimming slowly about in a back-water, while 

 all the other fishes are leaping in the sunlit stream. 

 Finally, he discovers some malcontent like him- 

 self — 7 in sot tronve tojtjoiirs tin plus sot qui Vad- 

 viire — and they go off together to the darkest 

 corner of the most dismal room of their inn, to 

 enjoy their woes, and to defy their fellow-creatures, 

 over a succession of "two brandies and cold." 



I know only of one other species of exhibitor 

 discreditable to the genus, The Covetous ExJiibi- 

 tor, whose avarice has slain his honor. His motto 

 is Money. 



" Si possis recte, si non quocunque modo, Money." 



He cares nothing for the Rose itself, sees no 

 beauty, and smells no perfume, only for the prizes 

 it may win. Trnie aime phis bran que Rose, and 

 will go through any amount of dirtiness to get his 

 nose to the swill. On the eve of a show he will 

 beg or will buy the Roses of his neighbors. He 

 will show several flowers of the same Rose, at- 

 taching the different names of those varieties 

 which have some resemblance to each other. He 

 knows how to conceal an eye, and to fix a petal in 

 its place by gum. He will add foliage, wherever 



