One of the few gifts that can really increase with old age is a sense of humour. That is the whole fun of belonging to an ancient civilization like our own great civilization of Europe. In my vision I see Europe still sitting on her mighty bull, the enormous and mystic mother from whom we come, who has given us everything from the 'Iliad' to the French Revolution. And from her awful lips I seem to hear the words:—
'Think of me, old Mother Scrubbs,A-joining these 'ere totty clubs:Fancy me deserting the pubsAt my time of life!'
'Illustrated London News.'
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