Bring them over to the table and seat yourself.

Ready?
Now begin, and let me know when you cannot spell a word." I seated myself, silently wondering what might be the use of the side-drum in the corner.
"Let me see--let me see--" He thumbed the book for a while, murmuring words which I could not catch; then thrust it behind his back with a finger between its pages, straightened himself up, and declaimed: "Next of aerial honey, gift divine, I sing.

Maecenas, be once more benign!" He paused and instructed me how to spell "aerial" and "Maecenas." The orthography of these having been settled, I asked his advice upon "benign," which, as written down by me (I forget how) did not seem convincing.
"You are indisputably an honest boy," said he; "but I have yet to acquire that degree of patience which, by all accounts, consorts with my affliction.

Continue, pray: "Prepare the pomp of trifles to behold: Proud peers--a nation's polity unrolled-- Customs, pursuits--its clans, and how they fight, Slight things I labour; not for glory slight, If Heaven attend and Phoebus hearken me.
First, then, for site.

Seek and instal your Bee--" -- "With a capital B, if you please.