The Jollity of Aged Men

i soon grew to like them all. Under their spectacles did they peep into the holds of vessels. Mighty was their fuss about little mat s and marvellous, sometimes, the obtuseness that allowed greater ones to slip between their fingers. Whenever such a mischance occurred, when a wagon load of valuable merchandise had been smuggled ashore at noonday, perhaps. And directly beneath their unsuspicious noses, a eulogium on their praiseworthy caution after the mischief had happened. The jollity of aged men has much in common with the mirth of children. It i with both, a gleam that plays upon the surface and imparts a sunny and