ABSTRACT
Going out of the mouth, that is to say, deliberately and of purpose. A French postillion’s ‘Sacr-r-ré’—loud, with the low ‘Nom de Dieu’ following between his teeth, is not blasphemy, unless against his horse; but Mr. Thackeray’s close of his Waterloo chapter in Vanity Fair, ‘And all the night long Amelia was praying for George, who was lying on his face, dead, with a bullet through his heart’ [sic], is blasphemy of the most fatal and subtle kind.
