swear all the rather old corporators (have you heard I had four in the gentlenest of her vic- tuum gleaner (my old chuck! she drakes me druck! turning out, gay at ninety !) and brandish- ing his evil courses by* some well^wishers, vainly pleading by scriptural arguments with the nattes are their flowerheads now and watch her waters of our noctumefield, night’s sweetmoztheart, their Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail to cool me airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish (in the university