Produced by Jana Srna, Emmy and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by the University of Florida Digital Collections.) ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND [Illustration: "Alice"] [Illustration: ALICE'S.ADVENTURES IN.WONDERLAND BY.LEWIS.CARROLL ILLUSTRATED.BY ARTHUR.RACKHAM WITH A PROEM BY AUSTIN DOBSON LONDON.WILLIAM.HEINEMANN NEW.YORK.DOUBLEDAY.PAGE.&.Co] PRINTED IN ENGLAND _'Tis two score years since CARROLL'S art, With topsy-turvy magic, Sent ALICE wondering through a part Half-comic and half-tragic._ _Enchanting ALICE! Black-and-white Has made your deeds perennial; And naught save "Chaos and old Night" Can part you now from TENNIEL;_ _But still you are a Type, and based In Truth, like LEAR and HAMLET; And Types may be re-draped to taste In cloth-of-gold or camlet._ _Here comes afresh Costumier, then; That Taste may gain a wrinkle From him who drew with such deft pen The rags of RIP VAN WINKLE!_ _AUSTIN DOBSON._ All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such dreamy weather, To beg a tale of breath too weak To stir the tiniest feather! Yet what can one poor voice avail Against three tongues together? Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict "to begin it"-- In gentler tone Secunda hopes "There will be nonsense in it!"-- While Tertia interrupts the tale Not _more_ than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast-- And half believe it true. And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry. And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, "The rest next time--" "It _is_ next time!" The happy voices cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out-- And now the tale is done, And home we steer, a merry crew, Beneath the setting sun.