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Charles Augustus Fortescue

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The nicest child I ever knew     Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.     He never lost his cap, or tore     His stockings or his pinafore:     In eating Bread he made no Crumbs,     He was extremely fond of sums,     To which, however, he preferred     The Parsing of a Latin Word     He sought, when it was within his power,     For information twice an hour,     And as for finding Mutton-Fat     Unappatising, far from that!     He often, at his Father's Board,     Would beg them, of his own accord,     To give him, if they did not mind,     The Greasiest Morsels they could find     His Later Years did not belie     The Promise of his Infancy.     In Public Life he always tried     To take a judgement Broad and Wide;     In Private, none was more than he     Renowned for quiet courtesy.     He rose at once in his Career,     And long before hus Fortieth Year     Had wedded Fifi, Only Child     Of Bunyan, First Lord Aberfylde.     He thus became immensely Rich,     And built the Splendid Mansion which     Is called The Cedars, Muswell Hill,     Where he resides in affluence still,     To show what everybody might     Become by simply doing right.

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