R. D. Blackmore,
Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
“ When Strogue translated this to me, I felt some gratifying surprise; for our language is not so wonderfully [Pg 400] mellifluous, or melodious; though our voices are not such a cackle as theirs. But the old gentleman soon revoked his claim upon my gratitude by explaining, as interpreted by Strogue, that the words indeed were strange and hideous, like the sound of a saw on a flinty rock ”
