lachryma

We see the whole nature of a picture at once; we only do a part: Hinc illæ lachrymæ.

A cold like a thick fog in his head, rheum in his eyes, and rheumatism in his limbs and shoulders, his back bent, his chin peaked, his poll bald, his teeth decayed, his body all shivering, his brain all muddle, his heart all black care; no wonder the old gentleman looked poorly as he cowered there, dolefully sipping his Lachryma Christi.

He chuckled, and poured out another glass of Lachryma Christi; drank it, made a wry face, and then began coughing furiously.

The “Lachrymæ Academicæ” shows how Duigenan spent the leisure hours of his enforced retirement.

These suggestions were not adopted, but the Lachrymæ did not by any means fall still-born from the press.