Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

his vanity should lure him into publishing one of such exercises, he chose words which would make it impossible. I obtained the MS. by a simple act of bur- glary. Being sure that he would never consent to their publication, I had no scruples for he might have destroyed them. It seems to me that the most versatile genius of this, perhaps of any age, is best served by exhibiting that genius, even where, as at present, it turns to the most incredibly loathsome forms. The portrait of the Twelve Disciples would be sadly marred by so inartistic a blunder as the exclusion of Judas Iscariot. [13]