“‘Come to Willington bazaar!
Enter, neighbours, near and far.
Pure delightsome harmony
Welcomes all friends cheerily;
Crops of pretty useful things,
Philanthropy to market brings;
Sympathy with ardour buys,
What industrial zeal supplies!’
Do you think you could have done that? No, I’m sure you couldn’t!”
And, in excellent humour with himself and with me, he took leave, waving his hand towards the book-case as he went, and saying:—