Why, if my calumniator had been Aeacus, or
Rhadamanthus, or Minos, instead of a mere scandalmonger, a market-place loafer,
a poor devil of a clerk, he could hardly have used such language, or equipped
himself with such offensive expressions. Hark to his melodramatic bombast:
“Oh, Earth! Oh, Sun! Oh, Virtue,” and all that vaporing; his
appeals to “intelligence and education, whereby we discriminate
between things of good and evil report”—for that was the
sort of rubbish you heard him spouting.