An unfavorable opinion had heretofore not been within realms of the idlest speculation.
There were but two of us, I believe, who did not promptly condemn Miss Caroline's violence of speech--two men of varying parts.

Westley Keyts frankly said he had never been able to "get into" Shakspere, and considered it, as a book for reading purposes, inferior to "Cudjo's Cave," which he had read three times.

The minister, whose church Miss Caroline now patronized,--that term being chosen after some deliberation,--held up both his hands at the news and mildly exclaimed, "Well!" Then, after a pause, "Well, well!" And still again, after another pause, "Well, well, well!" This was thought to be shifty and evasive--certainly not so outspoken as the town had a right to expect.
Solon Denney, though in his heart true to Shakspere, affected to be gleeful.

A paragraph, mysterious to many, including Miss Caroline, appeared in the ensuing _Argus_:-- "An encounter long supposed by scientists to be a mere metaphysical abstraction of almost playful import has at last occurred in sober physics.

The irresistible force has met up with the immovable body.