Juliana Horatia Ewing,
Jackanapes
“ The grass glows with a more vivid green, and, in answer to a ringing call from Tony, his sisters, fluttering over the daisies in pale-hued muslins, come out of their ever-open door, like pretty pigeons form a dovecote.And, if the good gossips' eyes do not deceive them, all the Miss Johnsons, and both the officers, go wandering off into the lanes, where bryony wreaths still twine about the brambles.A sorrowful story, and ending badly?Nay, Jackanapes, for the end is not yet.A life wasted that might have been useful?Men who have died for men, in all ages, forgive the thought! ”
