Frau Ellen was bright as the poppy in flower Yet no fragrance came forth from its bloom, Her smiling lip curled with mockery sour, Her eye cast a glanceful of doom.

General and Generaless, six daughters and two sons with four sons-in-law constitute the family of the most terrible atheists and the most flapdoodlish or the most kind Spiritualists.

So much for Norman blood unaided by Victorian lucre.

Do you know your ABC? (U.S.: Do you know your ABCs?)