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But he couldn't write a chorus
and he asked me to do it for him. The idea of the chorus is moonlight on
the river."
"Shall I read it?" asked Quincy.
"Only the chorus part, if you please," replied Alice, "and be as lenient
as you can, good Mr. Judge, for that was my first offence."
Quincy, in a smooth, even voice, read the following words:
The moon's bright rays,
In a silver maze,
Fall on the rushing river;
Each ray of light
Like an arrow white
Drawn from a crystal quiver.
They romp and play,
In a wond'rous way,
On tree and shrub and flower;
And fill the night
With a radiant light,
That falls like a silver shower.
"You do not say anything," said Alice, as Quincy finished reading and
remained silent.
He replied, "You have conferred judicial functions upon me and a judge
does not give his opinion until the evidence is all in."
"Ah! I see," said Alice. "My knowledge of metrical composition," she
continued, "is very limited. What I know of it I learned from an old
copy of Fowler's Grammar that I bought at Burnham's on School Street
soon after I went to Boston.


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