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Rh And oh, she was as fair to see ''As pippins on the pippin tree. . . Tu, tui, tibi, te,—chubs in the mill water.''

"Connotative, succinct, and erudite; Three dots to boot. Now goodman Killigrew May wind an epic one of these glad years, And after that who knoweth but the Lord— The Lord of Hosts who is the King of Glory?"

Still, when the Captain's own words were before me, I seemed to read from them, or into them, The protest of a mortuary joy Not all substantiating Killigrew's Off-hand assurance. The man's face came back The while I read them, and that look again, Which I had seen so often, came back with it. I do not know that I can say just why, But I felt the feathery touch of something wrong:—

"Since last I wrote—and I fear the weeks have gone Too long for me to leave my gratitude Unuttered for its own acknowledgment— I have won, without the magic of Amphion