Identifier: richardmiddleton00sava (find matches)
Title: Richard Middleton, the man and his work
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Savage, Henry
Subjects: Middleton, Richard, 1882-1911
Publisher: London : C. Palmer
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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der poles in thegarden, and passed a pleasant hour or twocarving the bark in beautiful spiral patterns.When we had finished I realised that we hadthere two magnificent lances, and that all welacked was a foeman worthy of our steel. Sowhen one of my brothers came out into thegarden, I picked up my lance, and tilted athim gallantly. For some reason or other—perhaps governesses had been scolding him—he was in no mood for romance, so he caughtmy lance in his hands and broke it across hisknee. Lost in my dream of chivalry, I couldnot recover from my illusion in a moment. Iseized my sisters lance, and as my brotherstood there with the broken pieces of minein his hands, I bore at him again. Alas ! itwent the same way as my own, and this timehe crowned my ignominy by boxing my ears.I retreated to the shrubbery, followed by mysister, and gave way to my passionatesorrow. She tried to comfort me, patting myback with her little hands, but she could notknow that my grief was founded on more 10
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EICIIAKD illDDLEXOX AT THE AGE OF 7. 10 Childhood and Early Days than the destruction of our lances or a fewpaltry cuffs. Poor Don Quixote ! How longwill the world continue to find the history ofyour sufferings amusing, how long must welaugh at anyone because he ( thinks, hopes, both crossed out in MS.) too noblyof mankind ? Since that afternoon it hasoften been my lot to attack the brutalities oflife with the slender weapons of my dreams,and I have always been defeated. Can it bewondered at that at the last I have becomea cynic ? That fragment gives us as memorable a picture,and tells us as much of him, of a brother, and ofa loving sister, as any passage from his prose ingeneral. Miss Middleton I remember as goodnessitself. Doubtless at many another time besidesthat recorded she, figuratively speaking, pattedhim on his back with her little hands. The story of his boyhood is to be found chieflyin A Drama of Youth and The New Boy, two auto-biographical studies in The Ghost Ship. He was

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