“In the Army Class, for example.”
“Assuredly not! My Army Class? I couldn’t wish for a better—keen, interested enough to read outside their allotted task—intelligent, receptive! They’re head and shoulders above last year’s. The idea that I, forsooth, should, even by inference, have perverted their minds with this imbecile and unspeakable girls’-school tripe that Hume professes! You at least know that I have my standards; and in Literature and in the Classics, I hold maxima debetur pueris reverentia.”[4]
“It’s singular, not plural, isn’t it?” said the Reverend John. “But you’re absolutely right as to the principle!... Ours is a deadly calling, King—specially if one happens to be sensitive.”
[4] The greatest respect is due to young persons.
A FRIEND OF THE FAMILY
A LEGEND OF TRUTH
Once on a time, the ancient legends tell,
Truth, rising from the bottom of her well,
Looked on the world, but, hearing how it lied,
Returned to her seclusion horrified.