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MEMOIRS OF A PERSON OF QUALITY AS IT HAPPENED AN OLD SCORE THE MISTAKES OF MISS MANISTY
WITH EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY ARTHUR H. BUCKLAND
METHUEN & CO, LTD. 36 ESSEX STREET W.C. LONDON
_First Published_ _April 28th 1910_ _Second Edition_ _1910_
Quarried from world-old gloom, Yellow, brittle and dry, Here, in our Science-Room, Locked under glass they lie; Bone to its bone brought nigh, Bare to general view, Bones that of yore were--you! _And, bone of your bone am I!_
Nature her course has changed, The sea-worm's lair is dry, Your moon aloof, estranged, Stares from an alien sky, Levelled are low and high, Mountains have rumbled down, Here is a gas-lit town, _But bone of your bone am I._
Lords of the wild who reigned By fear of fang and eye, Antlered, tusked and maned, Under the ooze they lie. Mute is their hunting cry, Their forests fall'n and gone, Yet, the Soul that was you lives on, _And, bone of your bone am I._
Bend from your cavern-crypt, Mother, a kindling eye, Breathe thro' my manuscript Strength of a day long by; Colour, vitality, Passion and laughter give! Till the story's dry bones live, For--_bone of your bone am I_!
VII. Short, somewhat Dry, but Important 162
VIII. The Flitting, and the Forerunner 169
He had come gently and observantly up the glen, tapping here and scratching there as he climbed, and ever and anon straightening an elderly back to deliver a small cough. Also at intervals he would turn his face to the way by which he had come to rest the plantar muscles and study the lie of the land.
Chance-led he came and unadventurously, as one might say, and with no more premonition of impending change, or of this being a White Day in his life than had you, yourself, dear reader, when you left your breakfast-table this morning.
He was a little person in the clerical wideawake and dark tweeds of a don in vacation, elderly and grey, with heavy, lower-middle-class features refined by expression as a sunset refines a dull street.
