To
My Dearly Loved Son
Julian Tindale Pym
I dedicate these "Chats in the Book-room," to which I ask him to extend that noble "Patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill," which gilds and elevates his life.
H. N. P.
Christmas,
Foxwold Chase, 1895.
Table of Contents
"Youth longs and manhood strives, but age remembers,
Sits by the raked-up ashes of the past,