Vaullee om is igh eeaa
An ellin in is ud.

_Mrs. Dodd._ That sounds like gibberish.

_Sampson._ It is gibberish, but it's Drydenish in articulating mouths. It
is--

He sung Darius great and good,
By too severe a fate
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And wiltering in his blood.

_Mrs. Dodd._ I think you exaggerate. I will answer for Julia that she
shall speak as distinctly to music as you do in conversation.

_Sampson_ (all unconscious of the tap). Time will show, madam. At prisent
they seem to be in no hurry to spatter us with their word-jelly. Does
some spark of pity linger in their marble bos'ms? or do they prefer
inaud'ble chit-chat t' inarticulate mewing?

Julia, thus pressed, sang one of those songs that come and go every
season. She spoke the words clearly, and with such variety and
intelligence, that Sampson recanted, and broke in upon the--" very pretty
"--"how sweet"--and "who is it by?" of the others, by shouting, "Very
weak trash very cleanly sung. Now give us something worth the wear and
tear of your orgins. Immortal vairse widded t' immortal sounds; that is
what I understand b' a song."