The stroke of the great humourist is world-wide, with lights of Tragedy in his laughter.

Early in his Battersea life Gilbert received a note from Max Beerbohm, the great humourist, introducing himself and suggesting a luncheon together.

There happened to be an old baronet, a great humourist, without any very near relations, who had been a godson of Mr. Temple's grandfather.

"My father is so comic," he said, "and unlike most great humourists his humour is absolutely unconscious.