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A Miss TABITHA TRENOODLE ON EUCLID. Getting married is all nonsense; it no more alters. a woman's brain than it does a man's beard. I have seen plenty of my friends get married, and never perceived that they could reason or chop logie-whatever condiment that may be, or why always chopped, I can't say-with more success than in their maiden days. If I were to marry to-morrow, I feel certain of this shouldn't be able to understand Euclid one atom more than I do now. I should still look upon it-scme. body says I ought to say him; bịt that's absurd-as a book full of ridiculous puzzles, scratchy drawings, like the Free. masons' arms without the compass, and capital letters stuck upways, and down ways, and sideways, and any way except straight on like a Christian alphabet.
And how any man can study all that without being addle-headed is beyond me to tell. For my part, I never look at a page or two without feeling as though I was gone crazy, chasing a lot of runaway letters, all bumping over one another, and all swearing A was B, and B was C, and D was nothing in particular. That's how I feel ; and if Euclid really was a man, I can only suppose he was some poor slave or savage, who tatooed himself with the alphabet, because he couldn't learn it in any other way, and then he was made a Freemason of, and tatooed himself with that too.-- Belgravia.