18 HOESEPOKTRAITUKE. 



PUPIL. Your declamation, I think, is superior to the 

 poetry, while the subject is one that will stir the blood 

 like the sound of a trumpet. The author, Sir E. Lytton 

 Buiwer, has won a world-wide reputation by what he has 

 written some of it certainly inferior to that. Still I am 

 pleased that you recited it to me. I have read it, but 

 was rather disappointed, looking for something superior 

 from the talented author. Your recital was like Sir 

 Walter Scott's acting a warlike, Scottish ballad when, 

 with walking stick in rest and brent brow, he looked the 

 very impersonification of ihe ancient knight he knew so 

 well how to portray. I shall always think you out of 

 place sitting in the sulkey, "hick, haying" and making 

 all the uncouth noises imaginable to encourage your own 

 horse and disturb your adversaries ; but here we are at 

 the stables. Ho ! boys, take the clothes off. Lead out 

 your horses. 



