text:  Nay we are very much afraid that if that gall-fed parricidal ruffian Archilochus who twisted his verses into a halter for noosing up his wife's father--a melancholy event to which the old gentleman it is said lent a helping-hand--were more to us than a tradition we should be in danger of finding in the poignancy of his iambics a sauce too much to our relish