One day our Aunt Annie, wishing to ask him to dine, sat down at her desk and wrote:--
My dear Mr. Bishop,
To-day we shall dish up
At one and a half
The hind leg of a calf
At this point she was called away on household business.
Our mother sat down and wrote:--
Now B., if he's civil,
May join in our revel;
But if he is not,
He may go to the devil!
During the days that followed, Kant
and charades divided her time pretty evenly.
's ‘Anthropologia’ is rather trifling, after his great works.
I read it to find out what Anthropology is.”
Good is a direction; virtue is a habit.
Wearied by endless running about to find help for my charade,--having disappointed me. Determine to undertake nothing more of the kind.
The charade (Belabor
), which came off the following evening, was marked by a comic “To be or not to be,” composed and recited by her in a “Hamlet costume, consisting of a narrow, rather short black skirt, a long black cloak and a black velvet toque, splendid lace ruff, amethyst necklace.
It was very effective, and the verses gave reasonable pleasure.”