If you have read, gentle reader, the earlier series of
Letters to my Grandson on the World about Him, you are to
understand that in the interval between those letters and these,
Antony has grown to be a boy in the sixth form of his public
It has not been any longer necessary therefore to study an
extreme simplicity of diction in these letters.
My desire has been to lead him into the most glorious company in
the world, in the hope that, having early made friends with the
noblest of human aristocracy, he will never afterwards admit to his
affection and intimacy anything mean or vulgar.
Many young people who, like Antony, are not at all averse from
the study of English writers, stand aghast at the vastness of the
what seems so gigantic an enterprise.
In these letters I have acted as pilot for a first voyage
through what is to a boy an uncharted sea, after which I hope and
believe he will have learned happily to steer for himself among the
islands of the blest.