“I am about to read you ‘In the Confessional.’ The greatest critic of the century has called this the greatest poem of the century. I begin at the third verse, and the seventeenth line:—
“Lest he forget the great ally
In heaven yclept hypocrisy,
So help me Bawb! I’ll mark him yet—
Lest he forget! Lest he forget!”
He closed the book with becoming reverence.
And there was a silence, during which the grand words went on running in my head as their author had meant them to do. “Lest he forget! Lest he forget!” Ah, may heaven preserve its darling poet, and never let him fall from the height of that great message.