What a figure he cuts there, sitting in solitary state upon his glass tripod,in the middle of a crowd of excited fellow-beings, hurried to and fro by their passions and sympathies,like an awkward country-bumpkin caught in the midst of a gay crowd of polkers and waltzers at a ball,or an oyster bedded on a rock, with silver fishes playing rapid games of hide and seek, love and hate, in the clear briny depths above and beneath!

Sheldon had actually the insolence to tell his sister Leta that I was the best waltzer in society.