Mea culpa!the Gods may perhaps forgive and forget.
Mea culpa!the Gods may perhaps forgive and forget.
To you,Truth—champion of the truth—I leave the brave task of proclaiming again that the story of the lecture to the students of the Royal Academy was, as I told it to you, no fiction.
In the presence of Mr Waldo Story did Oscar make his prayer for preparation; and at his table was he entrusted with the materials for his crime.
You also shall again unearth, in theNineteenth Century Reviewof Jan. 1889, page 37, the other appropriated property, slily stowed away, in an article on “The Decay of Lying”—though why Decay!
To shirk this matter thus is craven, doubtless; but I am awe-stricken and tremble, for truly, “the rage of the sheep is terrible!”
J. A. McN. WHISTLER.