We were surprised to see Mr. Slow at an opera one
evening. Leaning over the back of his seat, we remarked
that we had an impression that he did n't like
opera music.

“I never did,” said he, “till lately; but I 've been
eddicating for it. It can be done. Talk about natur's
having all to do with it! that 's all humbug. Natur
don't have any more to do with it than she does with
learnin us to eat tomatoes, nor sardines, nor olives, —
but by eddication we come to like 'em. That 's jest the
way with opery music. The first time you don't like it;
then you get another taste, and it 's better; then you go
a little further, and it 's first-rate. There 's nothing like
eddication. Natur is well enough in her place, but
eddication does the job.”

Mr. Slow looked grave as he uttered this oracular
wisdom, and his auditors admired.