PEPYS' DIARY (TO ONE WHO ASKED WHY HE WROTE IT) You ask me what was his intent? γου In truth I'm not a German;— 'Tis plain though that he neither meant A Lecture nor a Sermon. But there it is, the thing's a Fact. But that some scribbling itch attacked To write what no one else should read,— To speak, as 'twere, his private mind To make his motley life a kind Of Midas' ears confession; And thus outgrew this work per se,— So artless in its vanity, So fleeting, so eternal, So packed with "poor Humanity"We know as Pepys his Journal. 1905. THE SIMPLE LIFE "And 'a babbled of green fields.” -SHAKESPEARE-CUM-THEOBALD, THEN the starlings dot the lawn, WHE Cheerily we rise at dawn; Cheerily, with blameless cup, Greet the wise world waking up ;— Comes the long, still morning when Next (and not a stroke too soon!) Appetite our entrée is, Far from Megalopolis! Salad in our garden grown, Endive, beetroot,-all our own; Bread, we saw it made and how; Milk and cream,—we know the cow; Nothing here of " Force" or "Vis" As at Megalopolis! After, surely, there should be, Then, before the sunlight wanes, So we speed the golden hours So until the shadows fall: Then Good Night say each and all; |