"Bring forth your thoughts like men; let them come naked into Mardi .-- What do you mean, Babbalanja ?" "This, my lord, Verdanna's worst evils are her own, not of another's giving.

Her own hand is her own undoer.

She stabs herself with bigotry, superstition, divided councils, domestic feuds, ignorance, temerity; she wills, but does not; her East is one black storm-cloud, that never bursts; her utmost fight is a defiance; she showers reproaches, where she should rain down blows.

She stands a mastiff baying at the moon." "Tropes on tropes!" said.Media.

"Let me tell the tale,--straight- forward like a line.