If you have read, gentle reader, the earlier series ofLetters to my Grandson on the World about Him, you are tounderstand that in the interval between those letters and these,Antony has grown to be a boy in the sixth form of his publicschool.
It has not been any longer necessary therefore to study anextreme simplicity of diction in these letters.
My desire has been to lead him into the most glorious company inthe world, in the hope that, having early made friends with thenoblest of human aristocracy, he will never afterwards admit to hisaffection and intimacy anything mean or vulgar.
Many young people who, like Antony, are not at all averse fromthe study of English writers, stand aghast at the vastness of thewhat seems so gigantic an enterprise.
In these letters I have acted as pilot for a first voyagethrough what is to a boy an uncharted sea, after which I hope andbelieve he will have learned happily to steer for himself among theislands of the blest.
S.C.
THE FORD, CHOBHAM.