The English Hour

Old friends of this page may call to mind a piece I wrote, some years back, on the joy I had with a brace of young lads who had come to me for help in their fight to learn to read and speak the tongue of Old Rome. That scene passed, but I still teach a bit, not the “dead” tongue now, but our own sweet English, and not to the young, but to any who ask, and of course for the same old fee: a smile.

So I thought I would share with you what came in this week, a bit of prose sent by a friend, from what book or source I do not know, but sent to me, all the same, for my thoughts. Here is the piece of goods to be weighed:

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William F. Rickenbacker

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Old friends of this page may call to mind a piece I wrote, some years back, on the joy I had with a brace of young lads who had come to me for help in their fight to learn to read and speak the tongue of Old Rome. That scene passed, but I still teach a bit, not the “dead” tongue now, but our own sweet English, and not to the young, but to any who ask, and of course for the same old fee: a smile.

So I thought I would share with you what came in this week, a bit of prose sent by a friend, from what book or source I do not know, but sent to me, all the same, for my thoughts. Here is the piece of goods to be weighed: