Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ There is laughter on age-shrivelled lips, and the eyes of mere babies are boldWith the confidence born but of love. Even imbeciles, helpless and blind,Shut out at each sense from full life, yet can feel unseen tendance is kind,And sit silently placid, or burst into song of a heart-searching sort—Muffled speech from unplumbed spirit-depths, yet inspired by the impulse of sport. ”
