An Admission
Touché!—and my compliments to your “Correspondent,” Atlas, chéri—far from me to justify spelling of my own! The World, Feb. 16, 1881 But who could possibly have supposed an orthographer loose! Evidently too “ung vieulx qui a moult roulé en Palestine et aultres lieux!”
What it is to be prepared, though! Atlas, mon pauvre ami, you know the story of the witness who, when asked how far he stood from the spot where the deed was done, answered unhesitatingly—“Sixty-three feet seven inches!” “How, sir,” cried the prosecuting lawyer—“how can you possibly pretend to such accuracy?” “Well,” returned the man in the box, “you see I thought some d——d fool would be sure to ask me, and so I measured.”