Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Gustav Klimt Kiss painting
Head of Christ
Hylas and the Nymphs
¡¡¡¡ THEIR next and second attempt thereat was more deliberately made, though it was begun on the morning following the singular child's arrival at their home. ¡¡¡¡ Him they found to be in the habit of sitting silent, his quaint and weird face set, and his eyes resting on things they did not see in the substantial world. ¡¡¡¡ "His face is like the tragic mask of Melpomene," said Sue. "What is your name, dear? Did you tell us?" ¡¡¡¡ "Little Father Time is what they always called me. It is a nickname; because I look so aged, they say." ¡¡¡¡ "And you talk so, too," said Sue tenderly. "It is strange, Jude, that these preternaturally old boys almost always come from new countries. But what were you christened?" ¡¡¡¡ "I never was." ¡¡¡¡ "Why was that?" ¡¡¡¡ "Because, if I died in damnation, 'twould save the expense of a Christian funeral." ¡¡¡¡ "Oh--your name is not Jude, then?" said his father with some disappointment.