The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hills - and as immortal.

Thus he labors, and loudly they jeer at him; - That is, when they remember he still exists. Who. you ask, is this fellow? - What matter names? He is only a scr…

Some few there must be in every age and every land of whom life claims nothing very insistently save that they write perfectly of beautiful happenings.

From the dawn of the day to the dusk he toiled, Shaping fanciful playthings, with tireless hands, - Useless trumpery toys; and, with vaulting heart, Gave them …