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 I bump'd the ice into three several stars, Fell in a doze; and half-awake I heard The parson taking wide and wider sweeps, Now harping on the church-commissioners, Now hawking at Geology and schism; Until I woke, and found him settled down Upon the general decay of faith Right thro' the world, "at home was little left, And none abroad: there was no anchor, none, To hold by." Francis, laughing, clapt his hand On Everard's shoulder, with "I hold by him." "And I," quoth Everard, "by the wassail-bowl." "Why yes," I said, "we knew your gift that way At college: but another which you had, I mean of verse (for so we held it then,) What came of that?" "You know," said Frank, "he flung His epic of King Arthur in the fire!" And then to me demanding why? "Oh, sir, He thought that nothing new was said, or else Something so said 'twas nothing—that a truth Looks freshest in the fashion of the day: God knows—he has a mint of reasons: ask.