When a good man is prosperous in all his ways they say in the North "God smiled on him before he was born," and John Hatton gave to this blessing a date beyond limitation, for a little illuminated roll hanging above the desk in his private room bore the following golden-lettered inscription:
...God smiled as He has always smiled,
Ere suns and moons could wax and wane,
God thought on me His child.
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