Dedication
TO
MY FATHER
Thomas Cooper Poyser
THIS BOOK IS
DEDICATED
Epigraph
Full in the midst a mighty pile arose,
Where iron-grated gates their strength oppose
To each invading step, and, strong and steep,
The battled walls arose, the fosse sunk deep.
Slow round the fortress rolled the sluggish stream,
And high in middle air the warder’s turrets gleam.
Anonymous.