Sprigs of Heather

Sprigs of Heather

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ...No, this garment, to use a similitude, had plenty bone and muscle, was thoroughly shrunk, and never gave the faintest indication that, like its mortal owner, it too would decay. After standing the test of fifteen summers' suns, and a like number of winter's storms, and nevertheless retaining all its early freshness, I may admit that, despite my reverence for old age, I did feel just a little behind the times, so, with a piously-uttered "Well done, good and faithful servant," I twenty years ago handed it to our common "uncle," with whom, for aught I know to the contrary, it remains to this day. IRibblinQS. As I silently sat, with the devil to pay, At the close of a blood-freezing, raw winter day, Before me arose in a mighty array The varied events of the past; So I mentally riddled the ponderous bing, To see from the rubbish what gold I could bring, But shiver my timbers! the worrying thing Struck me with astonishment vast. For as quickly it passed through the riddle so just, There were cartloads of Self and worldly Lust, While remained but a fraction of pure, golden dust, So small that it scarce could be seen; And there was the sin of not stemming the tide Of Drunkenness, Waywardness, Envy and Pride, And a thundering lot of small failings beside, Of which I had ignorant been. With a sigh, and a silent "Alas! 'tis too true," To the brim I replenished the riddle anew, But ye gods! such a shower of Folly fell through, That I inwardly groaned in despair; And when on the riddle 1 ventured to look, I found that its every consecutive nook Was as bare as the fly-leaf adorning a book;--Not a placksworth of gold was there. Yet longer I mentally riddled away, At the close of that blood-freezing, raw winter day, But my labour, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 28 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236557352
  • 9781236557353