THE thing must End. I am no boy! I AM
N O BOY !! being twenty-one. Uncle, you make
A great mistake, a very great mistake,
In chiding me for letting slip a " Damn!"
What's more, you called me " Mother's one ewe lamb,"
Bade me " refrain from swearing — for her sake —
Till I'm grown up" . . . — By God! I think you take
Too much upon you, Uncle William!

You say I am your brother's only son.
I know it. And, " What of it?" I reply.
My heart's resolved. Something must be done.
So shall I curb, so baffle, so suppress
This too avuncular officiousness,
Intolerable consanguinity.