Perspective
Ode to some old boots
These old boots have a lot of miles on 'em.
Jack Betts praises an old-fashioned music shop that heeds the craftsmanship of traditional, well-built instruments.
Come, let us plant the apple-tree.
Cleave the tough greensward with the spade;
Wide let its hollow bed be made;
There gently lay the roots, and there
Sift the dark mould with kindly care,
And press it o’er them tenderly,
As, round the sleeping infant’s feet,
We softly fold the cradle sheet;
So plant we the apple-tree.