[T]his my friend (knowen by no name) was found, / Being then a child and ſcarce of power to ſpeake, / To whom my father gaue this name of Gaſper, / And as his own reſpected him to death, … That is, regarded him as his own.

A cleric in minor orders could no longer see his vocation as a steppingstone to the priesthood. He could marry, but he could not provide the economic stability necessary to sustain a household, something that men in other occupations could.

...This castellated island...

That boogalee's been talking, he said, arranging his pillows higher. I know he saw me this morning. He did. Snoopy, said Donald. Mr. Petit ain't a boogalee, said Mrs. Candy. And he ain't snoopy. He's right. What my roomers does is […]