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Greybeards at Play by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
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Three minutes after one.

For me, as Mr. Wordsworth says,
The duties shine like stars;
I formed my uncle's character,
Decreasing his cigars.

But could my kind engross me? No!
Stern Art--what sons escape her?
Soon I was drawing Gladstone's nose
On scraps of blotting paper.

[Illustration]

Then on--to play one-fingered tunes
Upon my aunt's piano.
In short, I have a headlong soul,
I much resemble Hanno.

(Forgive the entrance of the not
Too cogent Carthaginian.
It may have been to make a rhyme;
I lean to that opinion).

[Illustration]

Then my great work of book research
Till dusk I took in hand--
The forming of a final, sound
Opinion on _The Strand_.
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