C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • ’Tis strange how like a very dunce,
  • Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
  • Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he
  • Has had, till lately, of Phrenology—
  • A science that by simple dint of
  • Head-combing he should find a hint of,
  • When scratching o’er those little pole-hills
  • The faculties throw up like mole hills.
  • Hood.