But there is nothing necessarily lacking to a man because he does not enjoy _The Heathen Chinee_ or _The Biglow Papers_; and the man to whom these delights of American humour are leather and prunello may be of all the most enraptured by the wit of Sam Weller or the mock piety of Pecksniff.

It is a matter of taste and not of intellect, as one man likes caviare after his dinner, while another prefers apple-pie; and the man himself cannot, or, as far as we can see, does not direct his own taste in the one matter more than in the other.
Therefore I cannot ask others to share with me the delight which I have in the various and peculiar expressions of the ludicrous which are common to Thackeray.

Some considerable portion of it consists in bad spelling.

We may say that Charles James Harrington Fitzroy Yellowplush, or C.FitzJeames De La Pluche, as he is afterwards called, would be nothing but for his "orthogwaphy so carefully inaccuwate." As I have before said, Mrs.Malaprop had seemed to have reached the height of this humour, and in having done so to have made any repetition unpalatable.
But Thackeray's studied blundering is altogether different from that of Sheridan.

Mrs.Malaprop uses her words in a delightfully wrong sense.
Yellowplush would be a very intelligible, if not quite an accurate writer, had he not made for himself special forms of English words altogether new to the eye.
"My ma wrapped up my buth in a mistry.