be the nature of the English tongue. In a kind of despair, I
turned half-way through the volume; and coming upon his lordship
dealing with General Cannon, and fresh from Claverhouse and
Killiecrankie, here, with elucidative spelling, was my reward:

'Meanwhile the disorders of Kannon's Kamp went on inKreasing. He
Kalled a Kouncil of war to Konsider what Kourse it would be
advisable to taKe. But as soon as the Kouncil had met, a
preliminary Kuestion was raised. The army was almost eKsKlusively
a Highland army. The recent vKktory had been won eKsKlusively by
Highland warriors. Great chieFs who had brought siKs or SeVen
hundred Fighting men into the Field did not think it Fair that they
should be outVoted by gentlemen From Ireland, and From the Low
Kountries, who bore indeed King James's Kommission, and were Kalled
Kolonels and Kaptains, but who were Kolonels without regiments and
Kaptains without Kompanies.'

A moment of FV in all this world of K's! It was not the English
language, then, that was an instrument of one string, but Macaulay
that was an incomparable dauber.

It was probably from this barbaric love of repeating the same
sound, rather than from any design of clearness, that he acquired
his irritating habit of repeating words; I say the one rather than
the other, because such a trick of the ear is deeper-seated and
more original in man than any logical consideration. Few writers,
indeed, are probably conscious of the length to which they push
this melody of letters. One, writing very diligently, and only
concerned about the meaning of his words and the rhythm of his
phrases, was struck into amazement by the eager triumph with which