. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . s inclined to be perfectly honest; he doesntwant to have you stop here and then be dissatisfied. Is he an hour? asked the little boy. Certainly, every imp you meet here is an look on his badge and youll see what hour he is;Fourth of July, 1776, 4 P. M. - That was the daythe Declaration of Independence was signed, wasntit ? He ought to have some interesting things to tell. Then the Imp walked back to the counter wherethe innkeeper was standing, and said: Pardon me, good host, I interrupted you; youwere telling us about your h
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . s inclined to be perfectly honest; he doesntwant to have you stop here and then be dissatisfied. Is he an hour? asked the little boy. Certainly, every imp you meet here is an look on his badge and youll see what hour he is;Fourth of July, 1776, 4 P. M. - That was the daythe Declaration of Independence was signed, wasntit ? He ought to have some interesting things to tell. Then the Imp walked back to the counter wherethe innkeeper was standing, and said: Pardon me, good host, I interrupted you; youwere telling us about your house, I believe. Praycontinue. And I havent a doubt, the host remarked,As the Imp and the boy sat down, That youll wrant to see our quaint, old club, Which enjoys a wide meets in a tumble-down, queer, old house,At the other end of town. Theres a little poem which I used to know, From a paper in Tickerleen,By some one who spent the summer here, And went to the club, I mean,And he wrote the poem on arriving home, Describing the things hed seen. 65. (C KING TIME Oh, try to remember it, said the child, And I hope that you surely can,For I am old-fashioned, people say, — Cant you think how it began ? And the host he smiled and presently said, I think thai the stanzas ran, — When the twilight slov/ly lowers,On the Fields of Fragrant Flowers,Then the good, old-fashioned hours,With their quaint, old-fashioned ways, With their pointed, antique noses,And their doublets and their hoses,Meet to talk when business closes,Of the good, old-fashioned days. All unheedful of each mocker,Each arrives and bangs the knocker,And proceeding to his rocker,He begins at once to flay Every sociable and smoker,Every modern, flippant joker,And observes how mediocreIs the joking of KING TIME * All unheedful of inventions, In their queer, old-time conventions,Not a member even mentionsSuch a word as telephone. And they scorn all modern folly,And denounce the useful trolley,And are sei
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