EPILOGUE TO EIGHTEENTH CENTURY VIGNETTES (SECOND SERIES) by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON

'WHAT is it then,' -- some Reader asks, --
'What is it that attaches
Your fancy so to fans and masks, --
To periwigs and patches?

'Is Human Life to-day so poor, --
So bloodless, -- you disdain it,
To 'galvanize' the Past once more?'
-- Permit me. I'll explain it.

This Age I grant (and grant with pride),
Is varied, rich, eventful;
But, if you touch its weaker side,
Deplorably resentful:

Belaud it, and it takes your praise
With air of calm conviction;
Condemn it, and at once you raise
A storm of contradiction.

Whereas with these old Shades of mine,
Their ways and dress delight me;
And should I trip by word or line,
They cannot well indict me.

Not that I think to err. I seek
To steer 'twixt blame and blindness;
I strive (as some one said in Greek)
To speak the truth with kindness:

But -- should I fail to render clear
Their title, rank, or station --
I still may sleep secure, nor fear
A suit for defamation.

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