that grand work."

"To the deuce with your Zosimus," said M. d'Anquetil. "To the deuce
with him! Do you hear, abbe! I'll send him to the deuce, as a king
would do with his first mistress."

And he sang:

"Pour dresser un jeune courrier
Et l'affermir sur l'etrier
Il lui fallait une routiere
Laire lan laire."

"What's that Zosimus?"

"Zosimus, sir, Zosimus of Panopolis, was a learned Greek, who
flourished at Alexandria in the third century of the Christian era,
and wrote treatises on the spagyric art."

"Do you fancy it matters to me? Why do you translate it?

"Battons le fer quand il est chaud
Dit-elle, en faisant sonner haut
Le nom de sultan premiere
Laire lan laire."

"Sir," said my dear tutor, "I quite agree with you; there is no
practical utility in it, and by it the course of the world will not
be changed in the slightest. But making clearer by annotations and
comments this treatise, which that Greek compiled for his sister