OFF THE SKELLIGS

BY

JEAN INGELOW

VOLUME III.

LONDON

HENRY S. KING & Co., 65 CORNHILL

1872

249. q. 494.

OFF THE SKELLIGS.

CHAPTER I.

A lame black beetle preaching like a fish;
A squinting planet in a gravy dish;
Amorphous masses cooing to a monk;
Two fine old crusty problems very drunk
A pert parabola flirting with the Don;

And two Greek grammars with their war-paint on.

VALENTINE walked on before us, and set the boughs swinging as he passed. Mr. Brandon walked with me, and after a short silence, looking up, I saw that he was considering me with attention.

"I know you are not affected," he said. "And so," he continued, after another pause, "I feel sure that in talking of your face, as we have just been doing, you said what you really thought."