“'Sera nunquam est ad bonos mores via.'
“WACKERBART, Professor at the Grand-Ducal Kalbsbraten-Pumpernickelisch Gymnasium.”
Another writes,—
“'Wander on roses and forget me not.'
“AMALIA v. NACHTMUTZE,
“GEB. v. SHALAFROCK,”
with a flourish, and the picture mayhap of a rose. Let the reader imagine some hundreds of these interesting inscriptions, and he will have an idea of the book.
Turning over the leaves I came presently on DOROTHEA'S hand. There it was, the little neat, pretty handwriting, the dear old up-and-down strokes that I had not looked at for many a long year,—the Mediterranean heath, which grew on the sunniest banks of Fitz-Boodle's existence, and here found, dear, dear little sprig! in rude Galwagian bog-lands.
“Look at the other side of the page,” says Lynch, rather sarcastically (for I don't care to confess that I kissed the name of “Dorothea v. Klingenspohr, born v. Speck” written under an extremely feeble passage of verse). “Look at the other side of the paper!”
I did, and what do you think I saw?