Greybeards at Play by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
page 12 of 17 (70%)
page 12 of 17 (70%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
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_. |
|