. Through the looking-glass, and what Alice found there . cardsdoes in Alice. It contains Jabberwocky, prob-ably the most characteristic poem that LewisCarroll ever wrote. Syhic and Bruno is a story a little like the Alicebooks. It differs from them, however, in contain-ing, besides the same delightful absurdities andshifting scenes of fairyland, pages of moralizingand philosophizing. The effect of mingling thetwo is often confusing and sometimes talk of Sylvic and Bruno is really is drawn from notes which Lewis Carroll tookfor a long series of years upon the things wh
. Through the looking-glass, and what Alice found there . cardsdoes in Alice. It contains Jabberwocky, prob-ably the most characteristic poem that LewisCarroll ever wrote. Syhic and Bruno is a story a little like the Alicebooks. It differs from them, however, in contain-ing, besides the same delightful absurdities andshifting scenes of fairyland, pages of moralizingand philosophizing. The effect of mingling thetwo is often confusing and sometimes talk of Sylvic and Bruno is really is drawn from notes which Lewis Carroll tookfor a long series of years upon the things whichchildren actually say, and so is far better than anymake-believe could ever be. The Hunting of the Snark has no equal in non-sense rhyme. Then there arc other poems, graveand gay, puzzles, and essays, besides many booksand pamphlets on mathematics. Most of theseare little known and will soon be forgotten, butAlice s Adventures in \Vonderland and Through theLooking-Glass will live as long as children lovewonder-stories and grown-ups have young How sweet those happy days gone by,Those days of sunny weather, When Alice fair, with golden hair,And we — were young together;— When first with eager gaze we scanned The page that told of Wonderland. On hearthrug in the winter-time We lay and read it over;We read it in the summers prime, Amidst the hay and trees by evening breezes fannd,Murmured sweet tales of Wonderland. We climbed the mantlepiece and brokeThe jars of Dresden china; In Jabberwocky tongue we spoke,We called the kitten Dinah! And, oh! how earnestly we planned To go ourselves to Wonderland. The path was fringed with flowers rareWith rainbow-colors tinted; The way was up a winding stair,1Our elders wisely hinted. We did not wish to understand Bed was the road to Wonderland. Yet still the Hatter drinks his tea, The Duchess finds a moral,And Tweedledum and Tweed! edee Forget in flight their Walrus still weeps on the sand,That strews the s
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