A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share! Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

And hearts resolved and hands prepared The blessings they enjoy to guard.

The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)

Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.

I can't help suspecting, that there is, or may be some regurgitation from the bath into the cistern of the pump. In that case, what a felicate beveridge is quaffed by the drinkers; medicated with the sweat and the dirt, and dandriff; and the abominable of various kinds, from twenty different diseased bodies, parboiling in the kettle below.