There was a dulcitone in the camp belonging to one of the prisoners, and it sounded very pretty accompanying the songs at the end of ‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’.

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Turn down Willing's Alley, to the westward, between tall warehouses, and you come to an iron-gated archway, on your right, which leads you through a building and into a nooked courtyard— and here, in this nooked and unsuspected corner, is the church!