text:  And do you remember a whole afternoon maintaining that the well-known song of "Billy Taylor" was a serious true good epic poem in eulogy of the exploits of a glorious woman and in no way ridiculous to those whose language it spoke; and when we all gave it against you how you turned round upon the poor author and said he ought to have the bastinado at the soles of his feet? And if an occasional disappointment a small delinquency in some feminine character did now and then happen and a little sly satire would force its way quietly too out of the sides of your mouth how happily would you instantly disown it fling it from you as a thing not yours then catch at it and sport with it as if you could afford to sport with it and thereby show it was no serious truth and pass it off with the passage from Dryden-- "Madam these words are chanticleer's not mine; I honour dames and think their sex divine!" No human being ever collected so many of the good sayings and doings of women as you Eusebius