The rejoinder being complete, all that remained was to find a suitable medium for its publication.  This was not so easy.  Distinguished mediums would not lend themselves to contradictions of Grampus, or if they would, Merman’s article was too long and too abstruse, while he would not consent to leave anything out of an article which had no superfluities; for all this happened years ago when the world was at a different stage.  At last, however, he got his rejoinder printed, and not on hard terms, since the medium, in every sense modest, did not ask him to pay for its insertion.

But if Merman expected to call out Grampus again, he was mistaken.  Everybody felt it too absurd that Merman should undertake to correct Grampus in matters of erudition, and an eminent man has something else to do than to refute a petty objector twice over.  What was essential had been done:  the public had been enabled to form a true judgment of Merman’s incapacity, the Magicodumbras and Zuzumotzis were but subsidiary elements in Grampus’s system, and Merman might now be dealt with by younger members of the master’s school.  But he had at least the satisfaction of finding that he had raised a discussion which would not be let die.  The followers of Grampus took it up with an ardour and industry of research worthy of their exemplar.  Butzkopf made it the subject of an elaborate Einleitung to his important work, Die Bedeutung des Aegyptischen Labyrinthes; and Dugong, in a remarkable address which he delivered to a learned society in Central Europe, introduced Merman’s theory with so much power of sarcasm that it became a theme of more or less derisive allusion to men of many tongues.  Merman with his Magicodumbras and Zuzumotzis was on the way to become a proverb, being used illustratively by many able journalists who took those names of questionable things to be Merman’s own invention, “than which,” said one of the graver guides, “we can recall few more melancholy examples of speculative aberration.”  Naturally the subject passed into popular literature, and figured very commonly in advertised programmes.  The fluent Loligo, the formidable Shark, and a younger member of his remarkable family known as S. Catulus, made a special reputation by their numerous articles, eloquent, lively, or abusive, all on the same theme, under titles ingeniously varied, alliterative, sonorous, or boldly fanciful; such as, “Moments with Mr Merman,” “Mr Merman and the Magicodumbras,” “Greenland Grampus and Proteus Merman,” “Grampian Heights and their Climbers, or the New Excelsior.”  They tossed him on short sentences; they swathed him in paragraphs of winding imagery; they found him at once a mere plagiarist and a theoriser of unexampled perversity, ridiculously wrong about potzis and ignorant of Pali; they hinted, indeed, at certain things which to their knowledge he had silently brooded over in his boyhood, and seemed tolerably well assured that this preposterous attempt to gainsay an incomparable