Now, tell me the reason, I pray?”
“In the tomb of the Lords,” Mr. G—dst—e replied,
“I’d not bury my eloquence vast;
But as Clark speaks of rest, in the future may do
That I never have done in the past.”
“You are bold, Father William,” the young man cried
“Though majorities dwindle away:
Oft your acts men estrange, yet you talk them all back,
Now, teach me the secret, I pray.”
“Mark me, Herbert, my son,” Mr. G—dst—e replied,