, and if he
grumbled at that I always sent him out of the room.

_Mrs. Malaprop._--Ay, and the properest way, o'my conscience! Nothing
is so conciliating to young people as severity. Well, Sir Anthony, I
shall give Mr. Acres his discharge, and prepare Lydia to receive your
son's invocations; and I hope you will represent her to the captain as
an object not altogether illegible.

_Sir Anthony._--Madam, I will handle the subject prudently. Well I
must leave you; and let me beg you, Mrs. Malaprop, to enforce this
matter roundly to the girl. Take my advice--keep a tight hand: if she
rejects this proposal, clap her under lock and key; and if you were
just to let the servants forget to bring her dinner for three or four
days, you can't conceive how she'd come about. (Exit)

_Mrs. Malaprop._--Well, at any rate I shall be glad to get her from
under my intuition. She has somehow discovered my partiality for Sir
Lucius O'Trigger: sure Lucy can't have betrayed me! No, the girl is
such a simpleton, I should have made her confess it. (Calls) Lucy!
Lucy!--Had she been one of your artificial ones, I should never have
trusted her.

--_Richard Brinsley Sheridan_

What is the difference between Mrs. Malaprop's mental
attitude toward Lydia and toward Sir Anthony? How is
this difference indicated in the Stress of voice?
(Introduction, pp. 27 and 28.)

* * * * *

THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS

King Francis was a hearty king, and lov'd a royal sport,
And one day, as his lions strove, sat looking on the court;
The nobles fill'd the benches round, the ladies by their side,
And 'mongst them Count de Lorge, with one he hoped to make
his bride;
And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, 5
Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.

Ramp'd and roar'd the lions, with horrid laughing jaws;
They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with
their paws;
With wallowing might and stifled roar, they roll'd one on another,
Till all the pit, with sand and mane, was in a thund'rous smother; 10
The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing through the air;
Said Francis then, "Good gentlemen, we're better here than there!"

De Lorge's love o'erheard the King, a beauteous, lively dame,
With smiling lips, and sharp bright eyes, which always seem'd
the same:
She thought, "The Count, my lover, is as brave a