Then I met uncle, and telling him that I had a wonderful box of antiques to exhibit, he gave me sixpence, and with great curiosity poked his proboscis against the glass.

It was worth something to see him.

I at once put a picture of Stonehenge, and afterwards one of Herculaneum into the box, that I had bought on purpose for his benefit.
I went through the history of the Druids, and managed a touch of Garn Goch and the Welsh castles with a strong and masterly nasal, that so delighted the worthy vicar, that he actually invited me in to see his museum.

I excused myself by saying that my wife was waiting for me--mother, that was my only fib, I assure you--and hastened away, lest in his delight at finding an itinerant archaeologist, he should ask my wife to see his museum as well.

The rest of my adventures you had the honour and glory of sharing, so I must beg to say they are at an end.
And now I am really and truly and soberly come to settle at home for the remainder of my days, and to become a farmer in good earnest if father will take me into partnership.