In the four hundred and thirteenth year of the Christian era, some three hundred miles above Alexandria, the young monk Philammon was sitting on the edge of a low range of inland cliffs, crested with drifting sand.
Charles KingsleyO Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee!
Charles KingsleyI hope that my children, at least, if not I myself, will see the day when ignorance of the primary laws and facts of science will be looked upon as a defect only second to ignorance of the primary laws of religion and morality.
Charles Kingsley