Charles Edward Carryl: 16 books

ProducTO CONSTANCE SWEET CHATTERBOX, IT IS THOU THAT HAST BEGUILED MY FANCY, AS IT DREW THE LITTLE CHILD WHO IN THESE PAGES LIVES; HER GENTLE WAYS ARE BUT THE REFLEX OF THY BOUND OF DAYS. THE TRIP OF SYLLABLE I HELD SO DEAR, AND ALL THY SMALL REMARKS, ARE TREASURED HERE — CHARMED BY THE ALCHEMY OF...

DEAR LITTLE BOY, UPON THESE PAGES FIND THE TANGLED FANCIES OF THY FATHER'S MIND, BORN OF THE HOURS WHEN THOU, A LITTLE CHILD, THRONED ON HIS KNEE IN BREATHLESS RAPTURE SMILED, HEARING ENTRANCED THE MARVELS THAT WERE TOLD OF FAY AND GOBLIN IN THE DAYS OF OLD. WOULD THAT THE GLAMOUR OF THOSE CLOUDLESS...