Ad Magistrum Ludi

NOW in the sky

And on the hearth of

Now in a drawer the direful cane,

That sceptre of the . . . reign,

And the long hawser, that on the back

Of Marsyas fell with many a whack,

Twice hardened out of Scythian hides,

Now sleep till the October ides.

In summer if the boys be well.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson was born at Edinburgh, Scotland, on November 13, 1850. He was a sickly youth, and an only son, for whom his parents had high hopes. When at last Stevenson was able to attend school, he did extremely well and entered the university at sixteen. His family expected him to become a lighthouse engineer, a family profession, but Stevenson agreed, as a compromise, to study law instead. He was a young rebel; he thought that his parents' religion was an abomination, and he soon became known as a bohemian, ranting about bourgeois hypocrisy.

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