Excerpt from Nurse Benson Topham Moxon permitted himself to sigh as he scanned, with properly controlled adoration, an adorable counte nance. How well he knew it in the flesh, as in this image, with its crown of fair hair, with its smiling eyes, wherein, a wilful spirit ambushed, with its comely mutinous mouth. Topham Moxon was not a poet, he had no desire to be a poet; he had never, since the enforced latinity of his schoo 1 days, made the faintest attempt to woo the Muse. But now? Some dumb atom of divinity in his composition seemed tc: ' stir and pulse, and disturb his uniformity, seeking the voice it could not find. Mr. Topham Moxon replaced the photograph upon ite allotted portion of mahogany and drew from an innes' breast pocket a closely folded piece of paper, a page fron one of the j ournals of that day's date. He smoothed ic; out upon the desk and surveyed it pensively. His gaz was set on the column where fashionable intelligence as setted its right to ignore all other matters in a reeling world and his lips softly whispered to himself the syllables of particular paragraph. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.