Una shook my hand and said, Bill, I think youre going to

On the side'--on the sunnier side--'of a wall.'

Let the wind of the world toss the nations like rooks,

If only you'll leave me at peace with my Books.

And which are my books? why, 'tis much as you please,

For, given 'tis a book, it can hardly be wrong,

And Bradshaw himself I can study with ease,

Though for choice I might call for a Sermon or Song;

And Locker on London, and Sala on Cooks,