Now, This Is A Subject On Which I Flatter Myself I Really Am _Au Fait_.
The Gentleman Who, When I Was Young, Bathed Me At Wisdom's Font For Nine
Guineas A Term--No Extras--Used To Say He Never Knew A Boy Who Could
Do Less Work In More Time; And I Remember My Poor Grandmother Once
Incidentally Observing, In The Course Of An Instruction Upon The Use
Of The Prayer-Book, That It Was Highly Improbable That I Should Ever Do
Much That I Ought Not To Do, But That She Felt Convinced Beyond A Doubt
That I Should Leave Undone Pretty Well Everything That I Ought To Do.