Oliver Wendell Holmes - The Archbishop And Gil BlasOliver Wendell Holmes - The Archbishop And Gil Blas
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I DON`T think I feel much older; I`m aware I`m rather gray,
But so are many young folks; I meet `em every day.
I confess I `m more particular in what I eat and drink,
But one`s taste improves with culture; that is all it means, I think.
_Can you read as once you used to?_ Well, the printing is so bad,
No young folks` eyes can read it like the books that once we had.
_Are you quite as quick of hearing?_ Please to say that once again.
_Don`t I use plain words, your Reverence?_ Yes, I often use a cane,
But it`s not because I need it,--no, I always liked a stick;
And as one might lean upon it, `t is as well it should be thick.
Oh, I`m smart, I`m spry, I`m lively,--I can walk, yes, that I can,
On the days I feel like walking, just as well as you, young man!
_Don`t you get a little sleepy after dinner every day?_
Well, I doze a little, sometimes, but that always was my way.
_Don`t you cry a little easier than some twenty years ago?_
Well, my heart is very tender, but I think `t was always so.
_Don`t you find it sometimes happens that you can`t recall a name?_
Yes, I know such lots of people,--but my memory `s not to blame.
What! You think my memory`s failing! Why, it`s just as bright and clear,
I remember my great-grandma! She`s been dead these sixty year!
_Is your voice a little trembly?_ Well, it may be, now and then,
But I write as well as ever with a good old-fashioned pen;
It `s the Gillotts make the trouble,--not at all my finger-ends,--
That is why my hand looks shaky when I sign for dividends.
_Don`t you stoop a little, walking?_ It `s a way I `ve always had,
I have always been round-shouldered, ever since I was a lad.
_Don`t you hate to tie your shoe-strings?_ Yes, I own it--that is true.
_Don`t you tell old stories over?_ I am not aware I do.
_Don`t you stay at home of evenings? Don`t you love a cushioned seat_
_In a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?_
_Don`t you wear warm fleecy flannels? Don`t you muffle up your throat_
_Don`t you like to have one help you when you`re putting on your coat?_
_Don`t you like old books you`ve dogs-eared, you can`t remember when?_
_Don`t you call it late at nine o`clock and go to bed at ten?_
_How many cronies can you count of all you used to know_
_Who called you by your Christian name some fifty years ago?_
_How look the prizes to you that used to fire your brain?_
_You`ve reared your mound-how high is it above the level plain?_
_You `ve drained the brimming golden cup that made your fancy reel,_
_You`ve slept the giddy potion off,--now tell us how you feel!_
_You`ve watched the harvest ripening till every stem was cropped,_
_You `ve seen the rose of beauty fade till every petal dropped,_
_You`ve told your thought, you `ve done your task, you`ve tracked your
dial round,_
--I backing down! Thank Heaven, not yet! I`m hale and brisk and sound,
And good for many a tussle, as you shall live to see;
My shoes are not quite ready yet,--don`t think you`re rid of me!
Old Parr was in his lusty prime when he was older far,
And where will you be if I live to beat old Thomas Parr?
_Ah well,--I know,--at every age life has a certain charm,_--
_You`re going? Come, permit me, please, I beg you`ll take my arm._
I take your arm! Why take your arm? I `d thank you to be told
I `m old enough to walk alone, but not so _very_ old!
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