_The Rev. Dr. Opimian._ Very true. Brindley would not have passed as a canal-maker, nor Edward Williams{ 1} as a bridge-builder. I saw the other day some examination papers which would have infallibly excluded Marlborough from the army and Nelson from the navy. I doubt if Haydn would have passed as a composer before a committee of lords like one of his pupils, who insisted on demonstrating to him that he was continually sinning against the rules of counterpoint; on which Haydn said to him, 'I thought I was to teach you, but it seems you are to teach me, and I do not want a preceptor,' and thereon he wished his lordship a good-morning. Fancy Watt being asked how much Joan of Naples got for Avignon when she sold it to Pope Clement the Sixth, and being held unfit for an engineer because he could not tell.
_Miss Ilex._ That is an odd question, doctor. But how much did she get for it?
_The Rev. Dr. Opimian._ Nothing. He promised ninety thousand golden florins, but he did not pay one of them: and that, I suppose, is the profound sense of the question. It is true he paid her after a fashion, in his own peculiar coin. He absolved her of the murder of her first husband, and perhaps he thought that was worth the money. But how many of our legislators could answer the question? Is it not strange that candidates for seats in Parliament should not be subjected to competitive examination? Plato and Persius{ 1} would furnish good hints for it. I should like to see honourable gentlemen having to answer such questions as are deemed necessary tests for government clerks, before they would be held qualified candidates for seats in the legislature. That would be something like a reform in the Parliament. Oh that it were so, and I were the examiner! Ha, ha, ha, what a comedy!
1 Plato: Alcibiades, i.; Persius: Sat. iv.
The doctor's hearty laugh was contagious, and Miss Ilex joined in it. Mr. MacBorrowdale came up.
__Mr. MacBorrowdale.__ You are as merry as if you had discovered the object of Jack of Dover's quest:
_The Rev. Dr. Opimian._ Something very like it. We have an honourable gentleman under competitive examination for a degree in legislative wisdom.
_Mr. MacBorrowdale._ Truly, that is fooling competition to the top of its bent.