Excerpt from A Child's Garden of Verses IN the eighteenth century there came a Scot to London. It is only the dullest of races that ever held, as it yet holds, the fancy that Scotland is not a land of humour ists. But nothing, after all, as George Eliot saw, divides mankind so much as a different sense or taste in humour.1 The Scot who came to London was of course a humourist, but he had not quite the geniality that we associate to-day with his surname. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.