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ge in impromptu doggerel "to please Giallo"! Absurd couplets would come thick and fast,--so fast that it was impossible to remember them.
Advising me with regard to certain rules in my Latin Grammar he exclaimed,
"What you'd fain know, you will find: What you want not, leave behind."
Whereupon Giallo walked up to his master and caressed his hand. "Why, Giallo," added Landor, "your nose is hot, but
He is foolish who supposes Dogs are ill that have hot noses!"
Attention being directed to several letters received by Landor from well-meaning but intensely orthodox friends, who were extremely anxious that he should join the Church in order to be saved from perdition, he said: "They are very kind, but I cannot be redeemed in that way.
When I throw off this mortal coil, I will not call on you, friend Hoil; And I think that I shall do, My good Tompkins, without you. But I pray you, charming Kate, You will come, but not too late."
"How wicked you are, Mr. Landor!" I replied, laughingly. "It is well that I am not orthodox."
"For if you were orthodox I should be in the wrong box!"
was the ready response.
Landor held orthodoxy in great horror, having no faith in creeds which set up the highly comfortable doctrine, "I am holier than thou, for I am in the Church." "Ah! I have given dear, good friends great pain because of my obstinacy. They would have me believe as they do, which is utterly impossible." By Church, Landor did not mean religion, nor did he pass judgment on those who in sincerity embraced any particular faith, but claimed for himself perfect freedom of opinion, and gave as much to others. In his paper on "Popery, British and Foreign," Landor freely expresses himself. "The people, by their own efforts, will sweep away the gross inequalities now obstructing the church-path,--will sweep away from amidst the habitations of the industrious the moral cemeteries, the noisome markets around the house of God, whateve