"God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never till it reach delinquency."
Ay, or how otherwise had come to pass
That Victor rules, this present year, in Rome?
FILIPPO BALDINUCCI ON THE PRIVILEGE OF BURIAL
A REMINISCENCE OF A. D. 1676
"No, boy, we must not"—so began
My Uncle (he's with God long since),
A-petting me, the good old man!
"We must not"—and he seemed to wince,