The letter ran thus:-- My Dear Son,--I prefer my old acquaintances Thucydides and Pisistratus to Thoukudides and Peisistratos.

Horace is familiar to me, but Horatius is only known to me as Cocles.

Pisistratus can play at trap-ball; but I find no authority in pure Greek to allow me to suppose that that game was known to Peisistratos.

I should be too happy to send you a drachma or so, but I have no coins in my possession current at Athens at the time when Pisistratus was spelt Peisistratos .-- Your affectionate father, A.CAXTON.
Verily, here indeed was the first practical embarrassment produced by that melancholy anachronism which my father had so prophetically deplored.

However, nothing like experience to prove the value of compromise in this world.