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The Gay Rebellion - Preface Post by :villarj Category :Long Stories Author :Robert W. Chambers Date :May 2012 Read :1126

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The Gay Rebellion - Preface

TO

SUZANNE CARROLL

_Though J. H. jeer
And "Smith" incline to frown,
I do not fear
To write these verses down
And publish them in town.
The solemn world knows well that I'm no poet;
So what care I if two gay scoffers know it?

Buck up, my Muse!
Wing high thy skyward way,
And don't refuse
To let me say my say
As bravely as I may.
To praise a lady fair I father verses,
Which Admiration cradles, Homage nurses._

_For you, Suzanne,
Long since have won my heart;
You break it, too,
And leave the same to smart full sore
Whenever you depart for Baltimore.
You're charming;--and in metre I endeavour
To say you are as winsome as you're clever._

_Winsome and wise,
Subtle in maiden's lore,
With wondrous eyes--
Alas for Baltimore,
That grows this rose no more!
As for Manhattan, that benign old vulture
Wins one more prize in fancy horticulture._

_So now to you
I dedicate this tale;
It's neither new
Nor altogether stale,--
Nor can completely fail,
For your bright name as sponsor for my story
Assures the author of reflected glory._
_R. W. C._


PREFACE


THESE stories, mademoiselle, as your intuition tells you, are for old-fashioned young people only; and should be read in the Golden Future, some snowy evening by the fire after a home dinner a deux. Your predestined husband, mademoiselle, is to extend his god-like figure upon a sofa, with an ash-tray convenient. You are to do the reading, curled up in the big velvet wing-chair, with the lamp at your left elbow and the fender under your pretty feet. As for me, I shall venture to smile at you now and then from the printed page--but with discretion, mademoiselle, not inconveniencing your party a deux. For, to be rid of me, you have merely to close this book.


FOREWORD


The attention of the civilized world is, at present, concentrated upon The Science of Eugenics. The author sincerely trusts that this important contribution to the data now being so earnestly nosed out and gathered, may aid his fellow students, scientifically, politically and anthropologically.

* * * * *

Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus!

R. W. C.

"Facta canam; sed erunt qui me finxisse loquantur."--OVID.

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